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, fighting to be
The deal was made in Denmark on a and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody

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

Roland the Thompson
Roland the gunner

His comrades fought beside him, Van Owen and the
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 off Roland's head

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

searched the continent 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 Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

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

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