Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They fought all that night, 'neath the yellow moon;
The din, it was heard afar;
And multitudes 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 wily Kalmuck,
Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.

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

Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new car.
He arrived in time to exchange a last 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 Ivan Skovar.

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

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