🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Masters Of War - Bob Dylan

 Come you masters  war
 You that build all  guns
 You  build the death planes
 You that build the big 
 You that  behind walls
 You that hide  desks
 I just want  to know
 I can see  your masks
 
  that never done nothin'
 But build to 
 You play  my world
  it's your little toy
 You put a gun in  hand
 And you hide  my eyes
 And you turn  run farther
  the fast bullets fly
 
 Like Judas of 
 You lie and 
 A world war can be 
  want me to believe
 But I  through your eyes
 And I see through  brain
  I see through the water
 That runs down my 
 
  fasten the triggers
 For the others  fire
 Then you  back and watch
  the death count gets higher
 You hide  your mansion
 As young  blood
 Flows out  their bodies
 And  buried in the mud
 
  thrown the worst fear
  can ever be hurled
 Fear  bring children
 Into  world
 For  my baby
 Unborn  unnamed
 You ain't  the blood
 That runs  your veins
 
  much do I know
 To talk  of turn
 You  say that I'm young
 You might say I'm 
 But there's  thing I know
 Though  younger than you
 Even  would never
 Forgive  you do
 
 Let me  you one question
  your money that good
 Will  buy you forgiveness
 Do you think that it 
 I think you  find
  your death takes its toll
 All the money you 
 Will never buy  your soul
 
  I hope that you die
 And your death'll come 
 I will follow your 
 In the pale 
 And  watch while you're lowered
 Down to  deathbed
 And I'll stand  your grave
 'Til I'm sure that  dead