Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Mediocraty:
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, they say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

Mr.
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm
seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you want someone to you
And when you're in town
Someone to calm you and you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
outside these sexy cars
And far from my bars
Behind smiles...
Miss
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr.
...And sunscreen...
Miss
"...more quiet, we could... you know... talk!"
Mr.
...And "Live the Dream!"s...
Miss
"...and get to each other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in Bentley up front? It's yours isn't it? I'll be a good girl, I promise!
...or bad...
...whatever you like!"

Mr.
Finance - that's me in the Armani
Got
Three Mercedes 350, two
I Could have a Third World country
With the that I've spent
But hey
All modern economics claim I deserved
Every single
And the one I'm the lesser half
Is when we the tab
So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, to Happiness, Success, Good Press, No Stress...
But of all...

to Me!
to Me!
to Me!
There be nothing left...
So...
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: take care of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If you're looking for
A Kingdom and a
A of Free Rides
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the cars
And a of divinity
A glimpse of the

But Vanity
Will you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, it to me!)

Here's to Me! (Mr. Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Mr. Money: You'll take of me)
to Me!
To me"

II.

Mr.
But then it's silent
And the from the bars go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there inside
of loss arise
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

say it's lonely at the top
Then I'm as as can be
But I am not too
You see, chosen this company
I got myself a winning
It's Me, and I
You bet it's at the top old friends
And I'm today to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
is just a lame excuse
For my
say that we're really the same you and I
And I truly do
You see
Just me
You for me
the day you die
And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe I get paid for my big responsibility
To all of you who it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think my lifestyle does not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than marginally
for you!
And you know
to you...
And I raise my glass, to of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making solidarity untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your table
So raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times - cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get
So come on now - raise glasses!
to YOU
There will be nothing - no!
left...
...but