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

 Come you masters of 
 You that  all the guns
 You that  the death planes
  that build the big bombs
 You that hide  walls
 You that  behind desks
 I just  you to know
  can see through your masks
 
  that never done nothin'
 But build  destroy
 You play with my 
  it's your little toy
  put a gun in my hand
  you hide from my eyes
 And  turn and run farther
  the fast bullets fly
 
 Like  of old
 You lie and 
 A world war can be 
  want me to believe
 But I see through your 
 And I see  your brain
 Like I see through the 
 That runs down  drain
 
 You fasten the 
 For the others  fire
 Then you  back and watch
 When the  count gets higher
 You hide in your 
 As  people's blood
 Flows  of their bodies
 And is  in the mud
 
 You've thrown the  fear
 That can  be hurled
 Fear  bring children
 Into  world
  threatening my baby
 Unborn  unnamed
 You  worth the blood
 That runs  your veins
 
 How  do I know
 To talk out  turn
 You might say that  young
 You  say I'm unlearned
 But there's one  I know
 Though I'm  than you
 Even Jesus would 
 Forgive what  do
 
 Let me ask you  question
 Is your money that 
 Will it buy  forgiveness
 Do you think that  could
 I think  will find
 When your death takes  toll
 All the money you 
 Will  buy back your soul
 
 And I hope that  die
 And your death'll  soon
 I will follow  casket
 In  pale afternoon
 And I'll watch while  lowered
 Down to your 
 And I'll stand o'er your 
 'Til I'm sure that  dead