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

 Come you  of war
 You that  all the guns
  that build the death planes
 You that build the  bombs
  that hide behind walls
 You that hide behind 
  just want you to know
 I can see through your 
 
 You that never done 
 But build  destroy
 You play with my 
 Like it's  little toy
 You put a gun in  hand
  you hide from my eyes
  you turn and run farther
 When  fast bullets fly
 
  Judas of old
  lie and deceive
 A world war  be won
  want me to believe
 But I  through your eyes
 And I see through your 
  I see through the water
 That  down my drain
 
 You  the triggers
 For the  to fire
 Then  set back and watch
 When the death count gets 
 You  in your mansion
 As young people's 
 Flows out of their 
 And is buried in the 
 
  thrown the worst fear
  can ever be hurled
 Fear  bring children
 Into the 
 For threatening  baby
 Unborn  unnamed
 You  worth the blood
 That  in your veins
 
 How much do  know
 To talk  of turn
 You might say that I'm 
 You might say  unlearned
 But there's one thing I 
 Though I'm younger than 
 Even Jesus would 
 Forgive  you do
 
  me ask you one question
 Is your money  good
 Will it  you forgiveness
 Do you think that  could
 I think you will 
 When your  takes its toll
  the money you made
 Will never buy back  soul
 
 And I hope that you 
 And your death'll  soon
 I will  your casket
  the pale afternoon
 And I'll  while you're lowered
  to your deathbed
 And I'll  o'er your grave
 'Til I'm  that you're dead