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

 Come you  of war
 You that  all the guns
 You  build the death planes
 You that build the  bombs
  that hide behind walls
 You that  behind desks
 I just want you  know
  can see through your masks
 
  that never done nothin'
 But  to destroy
 You  with my world
 Like it's  little toy
 You put a gun in  hand
  you hide from my eyes
 And  turn and run farther
 When the fast  fly
 
 Like Judas  old
  lie and deceive
  world war can be won
 You  me to believe
 But I  through your eyes
 And I see  your brain
 Like I  through the water
  runs down my drain
 
 You fasten  triggers
 For the others to 
 Then  set back and watch
 When  death count gets higher
 You hide  your mansion
  young people's blood
 Flows out  their bodies
 And is buried in the 
 
 You've thrown the  fear
 That can ever  hurled
  to bring children
 Into  world
 For threatening  baby
  and unnamed
 You ain't worth the 
 That runs in your 
 
 How much do I 
 To  out of turn
  might say that I'm young
 You might say  unlearned
 But there's one thing  know
 Though I'm  than you
 Even Jesus  never
 Forgive what  do
 
  me ask you one question
  your money that good
 Will it buy you 
  you think that it could
 I  you will find
 When your death takes  toll
 All the  you made
 Will  buy back your soul
 
  I hope that you die
 And your death'll  soon
 I  follow your casket
 In  pale afternoon
 And  watch while you're lowered
 Down to  deathbed
 And I'll stand o'er your 
 'Til  sure that you're dead