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

 Come you masters of 
  that build all the guns
  that build the death planes
 You that build the  bombs
 You that hide  walls
 You  hide behind desks
 I just want  to know
 I can see through  masks
 
 You that never done 
 But build to 
 You play  my world
 Like  your little toy
 You put a  in my hand
 And you  from my eyes
 And  turn and run farther
 When the fast bullets 
 
  Judas of old
 You lie and 
 A world war can be 
 You want  to believe
  I see through your eyes
 And I see  your brain
 Like I see through  water
 That runs  my drain
 
 You  the triggers
 For  others to fire
 Then you set back and 
 When the death  gets higher
 You hide in your 
  young people's blood
 Flows out  their bodies
 And is buried in the 
 
 You've thrown  worst fear
  can ever be hurled
 Fear to  children
 Into  world
 For  my baby
  and unnamed
 You ain't worth the 
 That runs  your veins
 
  much do I know
 To talk  of turn
 You might say that  young
 You  say I'm unlearned
 But there's one  I know
 Though I'm younger  you
 Even Jesus would 
 Forgive what you 
 
 Let me  you one question
 Is your money that 
  it buy you forgiveness
 Do you think that it 
 I  you will find
 When your  takes its toll
 All the money  made
 Will never buy back your 
 
 And I hope that you 
  your death'll come soon
 I will  your casket
 In the  afternoon
  I'll watch while you're lowered
 Down to your 
 And I'll  o'er your grave
 'Til  sure that you're dead