Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The drove by in his red-breasted fly,
the victor to cheer;
But he only drew to hear the last sigh
Of Abulbul Amir.

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

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

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

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