Luyện nghe bài hát Dea Pecuniae

Music, lyric and arrangements by Gildenlw

I. Mr.

Miss
"Hey there sweetie. Don't I know you? I swear I recognize your face... and 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 Miss Mediocrity, gee, I'm
You've seen me on TV, I'm Mr.
Now you want someone to you
And call when you're in
to calm you and confirm you
Well, I'm here...
...to let you
outside these sexy 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 know other..."
Mr.
I am cold!
Miss
"...no?"
Mr.
And mean!

Miss
"How about a ride in that Bentley up front? It's yours 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 World country
With the riches that spent
But hey
All modern claim that I deserved
Every single
And the one I'm the lesser half
Is when we the tab
So to Friends, Family 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 I'll take care of you)
to Me!
There will be left...
left...
...for you

Dea
"If looking for fulfillment
A and a Crown
A of Free Rides
I am here...
...to let you
I'll get you the sexy
And a taste of
A glimpse of the

But Vanity
leave you dried and scarred
(Mr. Money: right, oh, give it to me!)

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

II.

Mr.
But then it's silent
And the lights the bars go down
I comforting
'Cause somewhere deep inside
Feelings of loss
And I to lose!

III: I My Glass

say it's lonely at the top
Then I'm as as can be
But I am not too
You see, chosen this company
I got a winning team
It's Me, and I
You bet it's lonely at the top old
And I'm here today to tell you 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 it up and pay my debts
To all of you who think that my lifestyle not affect the environment
Or the
Well, maybe not more than 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 who help making solidarity ideologically untrendy
And charity individualistically idiotic, unsmart and characteristically
I salute thee you poor bastards 'cause you all nod 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 after all, let's face it; that's the only "thank you" you will get
So come on now - your glasses!
to YOU
There be nothing left - no!
left...
...but