Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the prophet 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,
spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both and soused
Was Abulbul Amir.

they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe the rear,
Or to a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Amir.

There are heroes aplenty and men known to
In the troops were led by the Czar;
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 all loved him, his rivals were few;
He drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, was no one to rank
With Skavinsky Skivar.

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

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

"So your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your 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 repeat alive,
Mr. Abdul Amir!"

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

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

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

As Abdul's knife was extracting 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 victor to
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 a last line
With Ivan Skivar.

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

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

A Muscovite maiden her lone keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar
And the name that she as oft as she weeps
Is Skavinsky Skivar.