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Karaokê Masters of War - Bob Dylan

Esta música é uma versão de Masters of War, popularizada por Bob Dylan

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Sobre

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 167 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Fám

Duração: 04:34 - Visualizar: 01:44

Ano de lançamento: 1963
Estilos: Folk, Em inglês
Autor Original: Bob Dylan

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Letra Masters of War

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 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
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 set back and watch when the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion while 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
That 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 will come soon
I'll follow your casket in 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

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