Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of 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 Abdul 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 Abulbul Amir.

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

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

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

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

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

"So take your last look at the and brook
And send regrets to the Czar;
By this I you are going to die,
Mr. Skavinsky 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.

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

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

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

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

Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles
up in his new crested car.
He just in time to exchange a last line
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

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

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

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