Hợp âm Guitar
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And our bright and happyA7home so far aD7way.
And theGtears they fill my eyes, in spiteCof all that I canGdo
Though ICtry to cheer myD7comrades and beGgay.
GTramp, tramp, tramp. The boys are marching.
D7CheerGup, comrades, they willD7come.
And beGneath the starry flag, we shallCbreathe the air aGgain
Of theCfree land inD7our own belovedGhomes.
In theGbattle front we stood, when theirCfiercest charge theyGmade
And they swept us off, aA7hundred men orD7more.
But beGfore they reached our lines, they wereCbeaten back, disGmayed
And weCheard the cry ofD7victory o’er andGo’er.
GTramp, tramp, tramp. The boys are marching.
D7CheerGup, comrades, they willD7come.
And beGneath the starry flag, we shallCbreathe the air aGgain
Of theCfree land inD7our own belovedGhomes.
🎸Chế độ chơi: Guitar
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