Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

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

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

the Thompson gunner
Roland the gunner

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

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

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

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

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