Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

There are heroes aplenty and men to fame
In the troops that were led by the
But the bravest of these was a man by the
Of Skavinsky Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, play and pool
And on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Skavinsky Skivar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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