Nhạc sĩ: Bob Dylan | Lời: Bob Dylan
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I'm your masters of war
Here to build all the bombs
Here to build the death planes
Here to build the big guns
Here to hide behind walls
Here to hide behind desks
I just want you to know I can see through your masks
You that never done nothing
Put a bell to destroy
You play with my world
I'll get your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
Then you hide from my eyes
Then you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
Where the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
I can't ever be hurled
There to bring children into the world
For threatening my baby I'm born unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn?
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
And by your forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lured Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your graves And I'm sure that you're dead