Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

Roland was a warrior from the of the midnight sun
With a gun for hire, fighting to be done
The was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody

Through sixty-six and seven fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, in gore
For days and nights they battled the to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to out the Congolese

the Thompson gunner
Roland the gunner

His comrades fought beside him, Van and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the
So the C I A decided they wanted dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's

Roland the headless Thompson gunner, bravest son
They can still see his headless body through the night
In the muzzle of Roland's Thompson gun
In the flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man done him in
He him in Mombasa in a bar-room drinking gin
aimed his Thompson gun he didn't say a word
But he blew Van body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless gunner
the headless Thompson gunner
Roland the headless Thompson
Talkin' about the man, Roland the headless gunner

The eternal Thompson still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and it