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

 Come you masters of 
 You  build all the guns
 You that build the  planes
  that build the big bombs
 You that hide  walls
  that hide behind desks
 I just want  to know
 I  see through your masks
 
 You that  done nothin'
 But build to 
 You play with my 
 Like it's  little toy
 You  a gun in my hand
 And  hide from my eyes
 And you turn and  farther
 When the  bullets fly
 
  Judas of old
 You lie and 
 A world war can be 
 You want  to believe
 But I see  your eyes
 And I  through your brain
 Like I see  the water
 That  down my drain
 
 You  the triggers
 For the others to 
 Then you set back and 
 When  death count gets higher
 You hide in  mansion
  young people's blood
  out of their bodies
 And  buried in the mud
 
 You've thrown the worst 
 That  ever be hurled
 Fear  bring children
 Into the 
  threatening my baby
  and unnamed
 You  worth the blood
 That  in your veins
 
  much do I know
  talk out of turn
 You might say  I'm young
 You might say  unlearned
 But there's one thing  know
 Though I'm younger  you
 Even Jesus  never
 Forgive what you 
 
 Let me ask you  question
  your money that good
 Will  buy you forgiveness
 Do you think that it 
 I think  will find
 When  death takes its toll
 All the  you made
 Will never buy back  soul
 
 And  hope that you die
 And your  come soon
  will follow your casket
 In the  afternoon
 And I'll watch while you're 
 Down to your 
  I'll stand o'er your grave
  I'm sure that you're dead