Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the prophet were and bold,
And unaccustomed 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, sober 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 only to
For Abulbul Amir.

are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of 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 of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skivar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's a tomb rises up the blue Danube flows;
Engraved in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please for the soul
Of Abdul 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.