Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and day
He was lean and hungry, his eyes were smoky grey
He was lean the hurdies but his shooders they were big
The terror o' the Hielan glens, was The Portree Kid

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He ho, he drum hey
The teuchter that cam frae
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His was an orra' man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Midnight and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had twenty seven notches on his cromack so say
And a million Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He poured a shot o' crabbies, he "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was being chatted up by a bar room girl Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, would you a babycham

Now over in the corner sat three men fae
were playing games for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd up from Macmerry
He'd been a gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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Portree walked tae the table and he shouted me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
He seven sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But he landed on a snake, and finished on square one

The game was nearly over and Portree was fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae forty
He only had but one to go and the man was beat
But the gambler couped the off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men dived behind the rubber plants to try and save their
The accordionist stopped playing, his sidekick the spoons
He says I think its funny, you've been up ladder twice
And ye a'ways the table, when I go to throw my dice

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The gambler drew his Sgian Dubh as fast as lightning
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him the heid
Then he gave him wi' a salmon off the wall
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's

Portree up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a half
And d'ye like the way I it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his features wracked wi'
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a curling

The fight went raging on all till opening time next day
Wi' a break for soup and aff a coronation tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that neither man win
When came the shout that stopped it all, a bus trip comin' in

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They sing this song in and up by Peterheid
Way down o'er the border, the Rio Tweed
But became o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift shop fresh air in a can

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