Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

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

The all loved 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 bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he on the toe
Of Abdul Amir

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

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

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

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

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

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

As Abdul's long 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 victor to
But he only drew nigh to the last sigh
Of Abulbul Amir.

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

A loud-sounding splash the Danube was heard
Resounding o'er meadows
It came the sack fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

There's a tomb rises up where the blue Danube
there 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 pale star;
And the name that she as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skivar.