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, to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a 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 battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn living and to help out the Congolese

the Thompson gunner
Roland the gunner

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

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

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

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

The eternal Thompson gunner still through 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