Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

This son of the desert, in aroused,
Could twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and
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 bravest of these was a man by the
Of Skavinsky Skivar.

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

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

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

"Young man," Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you trod on the toe
Of Abulbul Amir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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