Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the were hardy and bold,
And quite 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 Abdul Amir.

When they a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, 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 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 team
Was Ivan Skivar.

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

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

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

"So take your last at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the
By this I you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan 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. Abdul Amir!"

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

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

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

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

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

Czar Petrovich, too, in his blue
up in his new crested 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 fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

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

A maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she
Is Skavinsky Skivar.