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    Видео «Masters Of War (Bob Dylan)»

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    Am Am7 Am
    Am Am Am7 Am
    Come you masters of war
    Am Am Am7 Am
    You that build the big guns
    Am Am Am7 Am
    You that build the death planes
    Am Am Am7 Am
    You that build all the bombs
    Am Am Am7 Am
    You that hide behind walls
    Am Am Am7 Am
    You that hide behind desks
    Am C G F Am Am7 Am
    I just want you to know I can see through your masks
    And the song just continues in that vein for the rest of the
    You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy
    You play with my world like it's 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't be won, and 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 that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire
    Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets
    You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood
    Flows out of their bodies and gets 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 won't ever buy back your soul
    And I hope that you die and your death will come soon
    I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon
    And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death bed
    Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're


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