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 was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the fray

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

Roland the gunner
Roland the Thompson

His comrades fought beside him, Van 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 gunner, Norway's bravest son
They can still see his headless stalking through the night
In the flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle 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 gun he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from to Johannesburg

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

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