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... a smile. A little shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

Mr.
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr.
Now you someone to hold you
And call when in town
Someone to calm you and you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these cars
And far from my bars
Behind smiles...
Mediocraty:
"...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!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

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

Mr.
Daily - that's me in the Armani
Got
Three Mercedes 350, two
I Could have a Third World country
With the riches that I've
But hey
All modern economics claim I deserved
Every cent
And the one time I'm the half
Is we split the tab
So to Friends, Family 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...
Here's to Me! (Dea 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 Paradise of Rides
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the cars
And a of divinity
A glimpse of the

But then
Will leave you and scarred
(Mr. That's right, oh, give it to me!)

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

II.

Mr.
But then when silent
And the lights from the bars go
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there inside
Feelings of loss
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 a winning team
It's Me, and I
You bet lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here to tell you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
That is just a excuse
For my
say that 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 that my does not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than marginally
for you!
And you what?
to you...
And I my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at table
So let's raise our glasses one last time, to 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 on now - raise your glasses!
to YOU
There be nothing left - no!
left...
...but