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

There are heroes and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the
But the bravest of 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 team
Was Skavinsky Skivar.

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

One day this bold had shouldered his gun
And donned his truculent sneer
he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul

"Young man," Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That anxious to end your career?
infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abulbul Amir."

"So take your last at the sunshine and brook
And your regrets to the Czar;
By this I you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan 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. Abdul Amir!"

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

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

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

As long knife was extracting the life -
In fact, he was "Huzzah!" - -
He felt himself by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Skavinsky Skivar.

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

Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new car.
He arrived just in to exchange a last line
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

A loud-sounding splash the Danube was heard
Resounding meadows afar;
It from the sack fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

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

A Muscovite maiden her vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the polar star;
And the that she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Skavinsky Skivar.