Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

There are heroes aplenty and men known to
In the troops that were led by the
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 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 Skavinsky Skivar.

One day this bold had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent
Downtown he did go, he trod on the toe
Of Abulbul Amir

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

"So your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the
By this I 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 to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abulbul Amir!"

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

They parried and and they side-stepped and cussed
'Till their blood would 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 and Ivan Skivar.

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

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

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

A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was
o'er meadows afar;
It came from the sack close to the back
Of Ivan Skovar.

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

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