[00:00.00] 作词 : Dylan
[00:03.74]Come you masters of war
[00:07.99]You that build all the guns
[00:12.05]You that build the death planes
[00:14.61]
[00:16.30]You that build the big bombs
[00:18.05]
[00:20.61]You that hide behind walls
[00:22.11]
[00:25.18]You that hide behind desks
[00:27.24]
[00:29.17]I just want you to know
[00:31.24]I can see through your masks
[00:36.33]You that never done nothin\'
[00:39.34]
[00:40.27]But build to destroy
[00:42.71]
[00:44.52]You play with my world
[00:46.94]
[00:48.63]Like it\'s your little toy
[00:50.44]
[00:53.19]You put a gun in my hand
[00:56.01]
[00:57.32]And you hide from my eyes
[00:59.88]
[01:01.69]And you turn and run farther
[01:04.19]When the fast bullets fly
[01:06.09]
[01:08.33]Like Judas of old
[01:10.28]
[01:12.78]You lie and deceive
[01:14.96]
[01:16.96]A world war can be won
[01:21.27]You want me to believe
[01:25.84]But I see through your eyes
[01:30.03]And I see through your brain
[01:34.40]Like I see through the water
[01:36.65]That runs down my drain
[01:42.58]
[01:44.96]You fasten the triggers
[01:49.18]For the others to fire
[01:53.31]Then you set back and watch
[01:57.75]When the death count gets higher
[02:00.81]
[02:02.24]You hide in your mansion
[02:05.56]
[02:06.43]As young people\'s blood
[02:08.24]
[02:10.87]Flows out of their bodies
[02:12.43]
[02:13.18]And is buried in the mud
[02:14.99]
[02:17.56]You\'ve thrown the worst fear
[02:20.43]
[02:21.74]That can ever be hurled
[02:24.43]
[02:26.71]Fear to bring children
[02:30.77]Into the world
[02:34.58]For threatening my baby
[02:38.96]Unborn and unnamed
[02:43.25]You ain\'t worth the blood
[02:45.94]That runs in your veins
[02:50.88]
[02:51.87]How much do I know
[02:55.01]
[02:56.06]To talk out of turn
[02:58.25]
[03:00.44]You might say that I\'m young
[03:03.12]
[03:04.83]You might say I\'m unlearned
[03:07.07]
[03:09.39]But there\'s one thing I know
[03:12.58]
[03:13.39]Though I\'m younger than you
[03:15.08]
[03:17.96]Even Jesus would never
[03:19.58]Forgive what you do
[03:22.89]
[03:24.52]Let me ask you one question
[03:27.33]
[03:28.64]Is your money that good
[03:30.45]
[03:32.96]Will it buy you forgiveness
[03:35.76]
[03:37.33]Do you think that it could
[03:40.95]
[03:41.77]I think you will find
[03:44.20]
[03:46.02]When your death takes its toll
[03:48.08]
[03:50.39]All the money you made
[03:52.46]Will never buy back your soul
[03:54.27]
[03:57.08]And I hope that you die
[03:58.83]
[04:01.20]And your death\'ll come soon
[04:03.20]
[04:05.45]I will follow your casket
[04:07.58]
[04:09.77]In the pale afternoon
[04:15.08]And I\'ll watch while you\'re lowered
[04:18.45]Down to your deathbed
[04:22.71]And I\'ll stand o\'er your grave
[04:25.02]\'Til I\'m sure that you\'re dead

作词 : Dylan
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
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 the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
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