Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel

I. Mr.

Mediocraty:
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and those 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 me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you someone to hold you
And when you're in town
Someone to you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these sexy
And far from my trendy
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 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 bought a World country
With the that I've spent
But hey
All modern claim that I deserved
Every cent
And the one I'm the lesser half
Is we split 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...
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: I'll take of you)
to Me!
There be nothing left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If you're looking for
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 then
leave you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: 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 when it's silent
And the lights from the go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep
of loss 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 a winning team
Me, Myself and I
You bet it's 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 we're really the same you and I
And I do agree
You see
like 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 lifestyle does not affect the
Or the
Well, not more than marginally anyway
for you!
And you know
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 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 on now - raise your glasses!
to YOU
There will be nothing - no!
left...
...but