Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

When they a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, had only to shout
For Abdul 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, 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 rivals few;
He drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, was no one to rank
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

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

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

"So take last look at the sunshine and brook
And send regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are to die,
Mr. Skavinsky 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. Abdul Amir!"

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

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

They all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard 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 himself by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Skavinsky Skivar.

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

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

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

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

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