Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

Roland was a warrior from the 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 bloody

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

the Thompson gunner
Roland the gunner

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

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

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

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

The Thompson gunner still 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 heard the of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it