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
Abdul Abulbul Amir.

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

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

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

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

The ladies all loved him, his were few;
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 donned his truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul

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

"So your last look at the sunshine and brook
And your regrets to the Czar;
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 to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abulbul Amir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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