Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

There are heroes 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 Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Guitar.
In fact, the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Skavinsky Skivar.

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

One day bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent
he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul

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

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

this bold mameluke drew 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 philologist blokes, who crack jokes,
Say that hash was first on that spot.

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

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

The drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to
But he only drew nigh to the last sigh
Of Abdul Amir.

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

A loud-sounding splash the Danube was heard
Resounding meadows afar;
It came the sack fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in characters
"Ah stranger, passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abulbul Amir."

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