Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey 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, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

Mr.
Hey Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr.
Now you someone to hold you
And call you're in town
Someone to calm you and you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these cars
And far my trendy 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 know other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in that Bentley up 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 350, two Ferraris
I Could have a Third World country
the riches that I've spent
But hey
All modern economics claim that I
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 will be left...
So...
Here's to Me! (Dea Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea I'll take care of you)
to Me!
There will be 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 sexy
And a taste of
A of the Stars

But then
Will you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: That's right, oh, 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 it's silent
And the lights from the bars go
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there inside
Feelings of arise
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

They say it's at the top
I'm as lonely 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 lonely at the top old
And I'm here to tell 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 that we're 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 suck it up and pay my
To all of you who think that my does not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than anyway
for you!
And you what?
to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the cake for free, for me to in the face of democracy
For those who making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards you all nod while I sit at your table
So let's raise our glasses one last time, to give you all the greatest recognition and credit of all times - cause 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