Luyện nghe bài hát Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner

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

sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, in gore
For days and nights they the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson
Roland the Thompson

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

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

Roland searched the continent for the man done him in
He found him in in a bar-room drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun he say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body there to Johannesburg

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

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