Nhạc sĩ: Bob Dylan | Lời: Bob Dylan
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Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind disks
I just want you to know I can read through your masks
You that never done nothing
But build to destroy
You play with my world Like it's your own little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And 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've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children Into the world
Oh threatening my baby I'm born and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins
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 lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave Till I'm sure that you're dead