Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

Roland was a from the land of the midnight sun
With a 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 seven they the Congo war
With fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to knees
killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the gunner
the Thompson 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 Roland
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner, Norway's son
can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's gun
In the muzzle 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
Roland aimed his Thompson gun he say a word
But he blew Van body from there to Johannesburg

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

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