Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, and arrangements 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 shy, aren't we? Hey, do you wanna get out of here

Mr.
Hey Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm
You've me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you someone to hold you
And call when you're in
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these sexy
And far my trendy bars
these 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!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Miss
"How about a 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.
Daily Finance - that's me in the
Got
Three 350, two Ferraris
I Could have bought a World country
With the 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, 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: I'll care of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

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

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

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

II.

Mr.
But when it's silent
And the lights from the bars go
I need
'Cause somewhere there deep
Feelings of loss
And I to lose!

III: I Raise My

They say lonely 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
Me, Myself and I
You bet lonely at the top old friends
And I'm here today to you suckers why!
(Dea Pecuniae!)
Dea
rules...
They claim that I get paid for my big
But hey, you know...
That is a lame excuse
For my
say that we're really the same you and I
And I truly do
You see
like 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 think that my lifestyle does not 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 piece of the cake for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod while I sit at your
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 will get
So come on now - raise glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but