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

 Come you masters of 
 You that  all the guns
 You  build the death planes
 You  build the big bombs
 You that hide  walls
 You that  behind desks
 I just want you to 
 I can  through your masks
 
  that never done nothin'
 But  to destroy
 You play  my world
 Like it's your  toy
 You put a gun in  hand
 And you hide from  eyes
  you turn and run farther
 When the  bullets fly
 
 Like  of old
 You lie and 
  world war can be won
 You want me to 
 But I see through your 
 And I see through your 
 Like I see  the water
 That  down my drain
 
 You fasten  triggers
  the others to fire
  you set back and watch
 When the death count  higher
 You hide  your mansion
  young people's blood
 Flows  of their bodies
 And is buried in  mud
 
 You've thrown the  fear
 That can  be hurled
 Fear  bring children
 Into the 
  threatening my baby
 Unborn and 
 You ain't  the blood
 That runs in  veins
 
 How much do I 
 To talk  of turn
 You might say that I'm 
 You might say  unlearned
 But there's  thing I know
  I'm younger than you
 Even Jesus  never
 Forgive what you 
 
 Let me ask you one 
 Is your money that 
 Will it buy  forgiveness
  you think that it could
 I  you will find
  your death takes its toll
 All the money  made
 Will  buy back your soul
 
 And I hope that  die
 And your  come soon
 I will follow  casket
  the pale afternoon
 And I'll  while you're lowered
 Down to your 
 And  stand o'er your grave
 'Til I'm sure that you're