Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am
Named Abulbul Amir.

This son of the desert, in aroused,
Could twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, sober and soused
Was Abdul Amir.

When they a man to encourage the van,
Or to the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to
For Abulbul Amir.

There are heroes aplenty and men to fame
In the troops that led by the Czar;
But the of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, Euchre and pool
And on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite
Was Ivan Skivar.

The ladies all loved him, his were few;
He could drink all under the bar.
As or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skivar.

One day this bold Russian had his gun
And donned his most sneer
he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abulbul Amir

"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has grown so dull,
That you're to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have on the toe
Of Abdul Amir."

"So take your last look at the and brook
And send regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are to die,
Mr. Skavinsky Skivar."

Quoth Ivan, "My friend, remarks, in the end,
avail you but little, I fear,
For you ne'er will to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abulbul Amir!"

this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque
a cry of "Allah Akbar!"
And with intent, he ferociously went
For Skavinsky Skivar.

They parried and thrust and they and cussed
'Till their would have filled a great pot.
The blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that was first made on that spot.

They fought all night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was from afar;
And multitudes came, so great was the fame
of Abdul and Skivar.

As Abdul's long knife was the life -
In fact, he was "Huzzah!" - -
He himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

The drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to
But he drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Amir.

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles
up in his new crested car.
He just in time to exchange a last line
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

A loud-sounding splash from the was heard
Resounding o'er afar;
It came the sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skovar.

There's a tomb up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please pray for the
Of Abulbul Amir."

A maiden her lone vigil keeps,
the light of the pale polar star;
And the name she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skivar.