Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the were 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,
spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both and soused
Was Abdul Amir.

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

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

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

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

One day this bold had shouldered his gun
And donned his truculent sneer
he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Amir

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

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

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

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

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

As Abdul's long was extracting the life -
In fact, he was "Huzzah!" - -
He felt himself by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan 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.

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

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

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

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