Mobile Phone Tools Mpt 4.5

LORD OF WAR (Bob Dylan)

Venite padroni della guerra
Voi che costruite i grossi cannoni
Voi che costruite gli aeroplani di morte
Voi che costruite tutte le bombe
Voi che vi nascondete dietro ai muri
Voi che vi nascondete dietro alle scrivanie
Voglio solo che sappiate
Che posso vedere attraverso le vostre maschere
Voi che non avete mai fatto nulla
Se non costruire per distruggere
Voi giocate con il
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 away
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 flowing down the drain

You load the weapons
What others have to shoot
And then you sit and watch While the death toll
salt
And you hide in your mansions While

Young blood flowing from their bodies
and is buried in the mud You

caused the worst fear That can never spread
Fear to bring children in this world

threatened Since my baby unborn and unnamed

You
not worth the blood that flows in your veins

What do I know when to talk is not my turn
will say that I'm young
will say that I do not know enough
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus does not forgive
What

you do Let me ask you
Your money is worth so much I will buy forgiveness

thought you might find

I think that when death That will require a toll
all the money you have accumulated will not
to buy back your soul And I hope you die

And your death will soon follow your casket


A pale afternoon And watch as you fall down in

pit And I'll be on your grave
Until I'm sure you're dead.
(Bob Dylan)