Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to the foe from the rear,
Or to a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Amir.

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

He could Irving, play 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 drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to
With Ivan Skivar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sultan drove by in his fly,
the victor to cheer;
But he drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abulbul Amir.

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles
Rode up in his new car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a line
With Ivan Skivar.

A splash from the Danube was heard
Resounding meadows afar;
It came from the fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skovar.

There's a rises up where the blue Danube flows;
there in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abdul Amir."

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