Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"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... There's a smile. A little shy, we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

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

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

Mr.
Daily Finance - that's me in the
Got
Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a Third World
With the riches that spent
But hey
All modern economics that I deserved
single cent
And the one I'm the lesser half
Is when we the tab
So here's to Friends, and Liberty, Genuinity, here's 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: I'll care of you)
to Me!
There be nothing left...
left...
...for you

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

But Vanity
Will leave you dried and
(Mr. Money: right, oh, give it to me!)

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

II.

Mr.
But then when it's
And the lights from the go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere deep inside
of loss arise
And I to lose!

III: I Raise My

They say lonely at the top
Then I'm as as can be
But I am not too
You see, I've chosen this
I got myself a team
Me, Myself and I
You bet it's at the top old friends
And I'm here today to you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They that I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is a lame excuse
For my
They say we're really the same you and I
And I do agree
You see
Just me
You for me
the day you die
And so I raise my glass to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big
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 those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the of democracy
For those who help making solidarity ideologically
And charity idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at table
So let's 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 - your glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but