Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

When needed 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 Skavinsky Skivar.

He could imitate Irving, Euchre and pool
And perform on the Guitar.
In fact, the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skivar.

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

One day this Russian had shouldered his gun
And his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul

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

"So your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your to the Czar;
By I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan 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!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

A splash from the Danube was heard
o'er meadows afar;
It came from the fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

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

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