#3972
En Drop-D, para realzar aún más la gravedad del tema que trata (si alguien quiere la partitura, por privado; es muy sencilla).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNgr18-Hgyo
MASTERS OF WAR – BOB DYLAN
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 nothing
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
Then 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
And then you sit back and watch
While 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
The fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs through 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?
Oh, I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your souls
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casquet
On a 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
En Drop-D, para realzar aún más la gravedad del tema que trata (si alguien quiere la partitura, por privado; es muy sencilla).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GNgr18-Hgyo
MASTERS OF WAR – BOB DYLAN
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 nothing
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
Then 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
And then you sit back and watch
While 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
The fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood that runs through 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?
Oh, I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made will never buy back your souls
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casquet
On a 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
