Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite to fear,
But the bravest of was a man, I am told
Abdul Abulbul Amir.

This son of the desert, in aroused,
Could spit men on his spear.
A creature, both sober and soused
Was Abulbul Amir.

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

There are heroes aplenty and men known to
In the troops that were led by the
But the bravest of was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, play 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 them all under the bar.
As or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skivar.

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

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

"So take your look at the sunshine and brook
And send regrets to the Czar;
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 survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdul Amir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Muscovite maiden her lone keeps,
the light of the pale polar star;
And the name she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Skavinsky Skivar.