Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am
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.

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

are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that led by the Czar;
But the bravest of was a man by the name
Of Skavinsky Skivar.

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

The ladies all loved him, his were few;
He could drink them all the bar.
As or tank, there 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 Abdul Amir

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

"So take your last look at the 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 will survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abulbul Amir!"

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

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

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

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

The sultan drove by in his fly,
Expecting the victor to
But he only drew nigh to hear the sigh
Of Abdul Amir.

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

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

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

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