Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

Roland was a from the land of the midnight sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be
The deal was in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the fray

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

Roland the Thompson
Roland the Thompson

His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the
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 head

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

Roland searched the for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombasa in a bar-room gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun he didn't say a
But he blew Van Owen's from there to Johannesburg

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

The eternal Thompson gunner still wandering through the
Now it's ten later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and
Patty heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it