Luyện nghe bài hát Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the prophet were and bold,
And unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of was a man, I am told
Named Abulbul Amir.

son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both and soused
Was Abulbul 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 Abulbul Amir.

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

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

The ladies all him, his rivals were few;
He drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to
Ivan Skavinsky 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 life so dull,
you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have on the toe
Of Abdul Amir."

"So take your look at the sunshine and brook
And send regrets to the Czar;
By I imply 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 survive to repeat alive,
Mr. Abulbul Amir!"

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

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

They fought all that night, 'neath the 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 himself by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skivar.

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

Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new car.
He arrived just in time to a last line
With Ivan Skivar.

A loud-sounding from the Danube was heard
Resounding meadows afar;
It came the sack fitting close to the back
Of Skavinsky Skovar.

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

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