Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Mediocraty:
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those beautiful eyes... You know, say the eyes are the doorway to ones soul... There's 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 to hold you
And call when you're in
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause these sexy cars
And far from my bars
Behind smiles...
Miss
"...maybe go someplace..."
Mr.
...And sunscreen...
Mediocraty:
"...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 a ride in that 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 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a Third country
With the riches that spent
But hey
All modern economics that I deserved
Every cent
And the one time I'm the lesser
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...
Here's to Me! (Dea Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea I'll take 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 Free
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the cars
And a taste of
A of the Stars

But then
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: You'll care of me)
to Me!
To me"

II.

Mr.
But when it's silent
And the lights the bars go down
I need
'Cause somewhere deep inside
Feelings of arise
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

They say lonely at the top
I'm as lonely as can be
But I am not too
You see, I've chosen company
I got myself a winning
It's Me, and I
You bet lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here today to tell you why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim I get paid for my big Responsibility
But hey, you know...
is just a lame excuse
For my
They say that we're 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 to all of you who really believe that I get paid for my big responsibility
To all of you who it up and pay my debts
To all of you who that my lifestyle does not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than marginally
for you!
And you what?
to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who their piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making solidarity ideologically
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and 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 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 ever get
So on now - raise your glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but