Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the were hardy and bold,
And quite to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am
Named Abdul Amir.

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

When they needed a man to the van,
Or to harass the foe the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to
For Abdul Amir.

There are heroes aplenty and men to fame
In the troops that were led by the
But the bravest of these was a man by the
Of Skavinsky Skivar.

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

The ladies all loved him, his rivals were
He could drink them all 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
Downtown he did go, where he on the toe
Of Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

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

They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and
'Till their blood have filled a great pot.
The philologist blokes, who crack jokes,
Say that hash was made on that spot.

fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from
And great 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,
Count Ivan Skivar.

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

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

A loud-sounding from the Danube was heard
o'er meadows afar;
It came from the sack fitting close to the
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

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

A Muscovite her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she
Is Ivan Skivar.