Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

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

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

the Thompson gunner
Roland the Thompson

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

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

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd him in
He found him in Mombasa in a drinking gin
aimed his Thompson gun he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from to Johannesburg

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

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