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

 Come you  of war
 You that build all the 
 You that build the  planes
 You that build the  bombs
 You that hide  walls
  that hide behind desks
 I just want you to 
 I can  through your masks
 
 You that never  nothin'
 But  to destroy
 You play with  world
 Like  your little toy
 You put a gun in my 
  you hide from my eyes
 And you turn and  farther
 When  fast bullets fly
 
 Like  of old
 You  and deceive
 A world  can be won
 You want me to 
  I see through your eyes
 And  see through your brain
  I see through the water
 That runs  my drain
 
 You  the triggers
 For the others to 
 Then you  back and watch
 When the  count gets higher
 You  in your mansion
 As young  blood
 Flows  of their bodies
 And is buried  the mud
 
 You've thrown the worst 
 That  ever be hurled
 Fear to  children
  the world
 For threatening  baby
 Unborn  unnamed
 You ain't  the blood
 That runs  your veins
 
 How much  I know
 To  out of turn
 You might say that I'm 
  might say I'm unlearned
 But there's one  I know
 Though I'm  than you
 Even Jesus would 
 Forgive what you 
 
 Let  ask you one question
 Is your money  good
 Will it  you forgiveness
 Do you think that  could
 I think you  find
 When  death takes its toll
 All the  you made
 Will never buy  your soul
 
 And I hope that you 
  your death'll come soon
 I will follow your 
 In the pale 
 And I'll  while you're lowered
 Down  your deathbed
  I'll stand o'er your grave
 'Til I'm  that you're dead