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
Named Abulbul Amir.

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

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

There are aplenty 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, play Euchre and
And on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the of the Muscovite team
Was Skavinsky Skivar.

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

One day this bold had shouldered his gun
And donned his truculent sneer
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 Abdul Amir."

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

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

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

They parried and thrust and they 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, the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was from afar;
And great multitudes came, so was the fame
of and Ivan Skivar.

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

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

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

A loud-sounding splash from the 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 Danube
there in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please for the soul
Of Abdul Amir."

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