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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Bob Dylan]Masters of War |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Come you masters of war À̸® ¿À°Ô ÀüÀïÀÇ ¸¶½ºÅÍ¿© You that build the big guns ´ç½ÅÀº Å« ÃÑÀ» ¸¸µå´Â Á¸Àç You that build the death planes ´ç½ÅÀº Á×À½ÀÇ ºñÇà±â¸¦ ¸¸µå´Â Á¸Àç You that build all the bombs ´ç½ÅÀº ÆøÅºÀ» ¸¸µå´Â Á¸Àç You that hide behind walls ´ç½ÅÀº º® µÚ¿¡ ¼û´Â Á¸Àç You that hide behind desks ´ç½ÅÀº Ã¥»ó µÚ¿¡ ¼û´Â Á¸Àç I just want you to know ¾Ë¾ÆÁáÀ¸¸é ÇØ I can see through your masks ´ç½ÅÀÇ °¡¸é µÚ°¡ º¸Àδٰí You that never done nothin' ´ç½ÅÀº ¿ÀÁ÷ ÆÄ±«ÇÒ °ÍÀ» But build to destroy ¸¸µé¾î¿Â Á¸Àç You play with my world ´ç½ÅÀº ³» ¼¼»óÀ» Àå³°¨Ã³·³ Like it's your little toy °¡Áö°í ³îÁö You put a gun in my hand ´ç½ÅÀº ³» ¼Õ¿¡ ÃÑÀ» ÁãÀ̰í And you hide from my eyes ³» ´« ¾Õ¿¡¼ ¼û¾î¹ö¸®°í And you turn and run farther ºü¸£°Ô ÃѾ˵éÀÌ ³¯¾Æ¿Ã ¶© When the fast bullets fly µ¹¾Æ¼¼ ¸Ö¸® ´Þ·Á°¡¹ö¸®Áö Like Judas of old ¸¶Ä¡ ´ÄÀº À¯´Ùó·³ You lie and deceive ´ç½ÅÀº °ÅÁþ¸»°ú ¼ÓÀÓ¼ö¸¦ ½á A world war can be won ¼¼°è ´ëÀüÀ» ½Â¸®ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù°í You want me to believe ³»°¡ ¹Ï±æ ´ç½ÅÀº ¹Ù¶óÁö But I see through your eyes ÇÏÁö¸¸ ´« ¼Ó¿¡¼ º¸¿© And I see through your brain ±×¸®°í ¸Ó¸® ¼Ó¿¡¼ º¸¿© Like I see through the water ¸¶Ä¡ ³» Çϼö±¸¸¦ È帣´Â That runs down my drain ¹° ¼ÓÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¼ ¼ö ÀÖµíÀÌ You fasten all the triggers ´ç½ÅÀº ¹æ¾Æ¼è¸¦ Á¶¿© For the others to fire ´Ù¸¥ À̵éÀÌ ¹ß»çÇÏ°Ô ÁÖÁö Then you set back and watch ±×´ÙÀ½ µÚ·Î ¹°·¯¼ ¹Ù¶óºÁ While the death count gets higher »ç¸ÁÀÚ ¼ö´Â ´õ ´Ã¾î°¡±â¸¸ Çϴµ¥ Then you hide in your mansion ´ç½ÅÀº ¸Ç¼Ç ¾È¿¡ ¼û°í While the young people's blood ±×µ¿¾È ÀþÀº »ç¶÷µéÀÇ ÇÇ´Â Flows out of their bodies ¸ö ¹ÛÀ¸·Î Èê·¯³»¸®°í And is buried in the mud ÁøÈë ¼Ó¿¡ ¹¯È÷Áö You've thrown the worst fear ´ç½ÅÀº ÃÖ¾ÇÀÇ °øÆ÷¸¦ That can ever be hurled À̰÷¿¡ ´øÁ®³õ¾Ò¾î Fear to bring children ¾ÆÀ̵éÀ» ¼¼»ó¿¡ ³º±â Into the world µÎ·Æ°Ô ¸¸µé¾ú´Ù°í For threatening my baby žÁöµµ À̸§ ºÙ¿©ÁöÁöµµ ¾ÊÀº Unborn and unnamed ³» ¾ÆÀ̸¦ Çù¹ÚÇÑ ´ç½Å You ain't worth the blood ´ç½ÅÀº ´ç½ÅÀÇ ÇÍÁÙ¿¡ È帣´Â That runs in your veins ÇÇÀÇ °¡Ä¡µµ ¾È µÅ How much do I know Â÷·Ê ¾È ÁöŰ°í ¸»ÇÒ Á¤µµ·Î To talk out of turn ³»°¡ ¹» ¾Ë°Ú¾î You might say that I'm young ³»°¡ ¾î¸®´Ù°í ¸»ÇϰÚÁö You might say I'm unlearned ³»°¡ ¹è¿î°Ô ¾ø´Ù°í ¸»ÇϰÚÁö But there's one thing I know ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³»°¡ ¾Æ´Â°Ô Çϳª ÀÖ¾î Though I'm younger than you ´ç½Åº¸´Ù ³»°¡ ¾î¸®±ä ÇØµµ Even Jesus would never ¿¹¼ö¶óµµ ´ç½ÅÀ» Forgive what you do ¿ë¼ÇÏÁø ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß Let me ask you one question Çϳª¸¸ ¹°¾îº¼°Ô Is your money that good µ·ÀÌ ±×·¸°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ? Will it buy you forgiveness ±×°Ô ´ç½ÅÀÇ Á˸¦ ¾ø¾Ù ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î Do you think that it could ÁøÂ¥ ±×·² ¼ö ÀÖÀ»°Å¶ó »ý°¢ÇØ? I think you will find ¾Æ¸¶ Á×À½ÀÌ ´ç½Å¿¡°Ô When your death takes its toll ´ë°¡¸¦ ¿ä±¸ÇÏ·¯ ¿Ã ¶§ All the money you made ´ç½ÅÀÌ ¸¸µç ¸ðµç µ·Àº Will never buy back your soul ¿µÈ¥À» Àý´ë »ç³»Áö ¸øÇÒ°Å¾ß And I hope that you die ±×¸®°í ´ç½ÅÀÌ Á×¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú¾î And your death'll come soon ´ç½ÅÀÇ Á×À½Àº °ð ã¾Æ¿Ã°Å¾ß I will follow your casket â¹éÇÑ ¿ÀÈÄ¿¡ ´ç½ÅÀÇ In the pale afternoon °üÀ» µû¶ó°¡°Ú¾î And I'll watch while you're lowered ±×¸®°í ´ç½ÅÀÇ ¹¦Áö·Î Down to your deathbed ³»·ÁÁö´Â °Íµµ ÁöÄѺ¸°Ú¾î And I'll stand o'er your grave ´ç½ÅÀÌ Á×¾ú´Ù´Â °Ô È®½ÇÇØÁú ¶§±îÁö 'Til I'm sure that you're dead ¹«´ý À§¿¡¼ ¶°³ªÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¾ß |
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