Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and by Daniel Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Mediocraty:
"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 Mediocrity, gee, I'm sorry
seen me on TV, I'm Mr. Money
Now you someone to hold you
And when you're in town
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
'Cause outside these cars
And far from my trendy
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 each other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Mediocraty:
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Mediocraty:
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? 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
Mercedes 350, two Ferraris
I have bought a Third World country
With the that I've spent
But hey
All modern economics claim that I
Every single
And the one time I'm the half
Is we split the tab
So here's to Friends, Family and Liberty, Genuinity, here's to Happiness, Success, Press, No Stress...
But of all...

to Me!
to Me!
to Me!
There be nothing left...
So...
to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: Oh baby, baby)
Here's to Me! (Dea Pecuniae: take care of you)
to Me!
There be nothing left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If you're looking for
A Kingdom and a
A Paradise of Free
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the sexy
And a of divinity
A of the Stars

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

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

II.

Mr.
But then when silent
And the from the bars go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere there deep
Feelings of loss
And I to lose!

I Raise My Glass

They say it's at the top
I'm as lonely as can be
But I am not too
You see, I've chosen this
I got a winning team
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 claim that I get paid for my big
But hey, you know...
is just a lame excuse
For my
They say that 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 to all of you who really believe that 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 lifestyle does not affect the
Or the
Well, maybe not than marginally anyway
for you!
And you know
to you...
And I raise my glass, to those of you who give their piece of the for free, for me to throw in the face of democracy
For those who help making ideologically untrendy
And individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically bendy
I thee you poor bastards 'cause 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 - cause after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will ever get
So come on now - your glasses!
to YOU
There will be left - no!
left...
...but