โหลดเพลง mp3 Masters of War (Witmark Demo - 1963) - Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan - Masters of War
Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build the big bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin\'
But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it\'s your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And 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

As young people\'s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You\'ve thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and 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

Though I\'m younger than you

Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you 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\'ll come soon

I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I\'ll watch while you\'re lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I\'ll stand o\'er your grave
\'Til I\'m sure that you\'re dead