Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

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

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

The ladies all loved him, his rivals were
He could drink them all the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to
With Ivan Skivar.

One day bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul

"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 look at the sunshine and
And send 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 survive to repeat alive,
Mr. Abdul Amir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was
Resounding o'er afar;
It came from the fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

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

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