Masters of war

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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Masters of war”
~From: jgladman@uoguelph.ca (Julie R Gladman) Corrected lyrics: "Benjamin L. Weiss" This is my approximation of how this song is played: Masters of War -- Bob Dylan 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 Verses: 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 Higher 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 Dead *Corrections to lyrics or chords would be most welcome.* -- *"Do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real And* *in the present tense? Or that everybody's on the stage And it* *seems like you're the only person sitting in the Audience?"* * -Ian Anderson * * Something to think about, * * Julie Gladman jgladman@uoguelph.ca *

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