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

 Come you  of war
 You that build all the 
 You that build  death planes
  that build the big bombs
 You that hide behind 
  that hide behind desks
 I just  you to know
 I can see through  masks
 
 You that  done nothin'
 But  to destroy
 You play with my 
 Like it's  little toy
 You put a gun  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  be won
  want me to believe
 But I see  your eyes
 And I  through your brain
 Like I see  the water
 That runs down  drain
 
 You fasten the 
 For the others to 
 Then  set back and watch
 When the death count gets 
 You hide  your mansion
  young people's blood
 Flows  of their bodies
 And is buried in  mud
 
 You've thrown the  fear
 That  ever be hurled
 Fear to bring 
  the world
  threatening my baby
 Unborn and 
  ain't worth the blood
  runs in your veins
 
 How much do I 
 To talk out  turn
 You might  that I'm young
 You might say I'm 
 But there's one  I know
 Though I'm  than you
  Jesus would never
 Forgive what you 
 
 Let  ask you one question
  your money that good
  it buy you forgiveness
  you think that it could
 I  you will find
 When your death  its toll
 All the  you made
 Will never buy back your 
 
 And I hope that  die
  your death'll come 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 I'm  that you're dead