Tramp! Tramp! Tramp! – Nhiều Ca Sĩ
Nghệ sĩ: Various Artists
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
In the prison cell I sit, thinking mother, dear, of you
And our bright and happy home so far away.
And the tears they fill my eyes, in spite of all that I can do
Though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.
Tramp, tramp, tramp. The boys are marching.
Cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the starry flag, we shall breathe the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved homes.
In the battle front we stood, when their fiercest charge they made
and they swept us off, a hundred men or more.
But before they reached our lines, they were beaten back, dismayed
And we heard the cry of victory o’er and o’er.
Tramp, tramp, tramp. The boys are marching.
Cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the starry flag, we shall breathe the air again
Of the free land in our own beloved homes.