Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

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

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

Roland the Thompson
the Thompson gunner

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

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

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

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

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