Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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

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

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

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Portree walked tae the and he shouted shake me in
He on the eggcup, he gave the dice a spin
He threw sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But then he landed on a snake, and on square one

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

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

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

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

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

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They sing this in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way o'er the border, across the Rio Tweed
But what o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift shop selling air in a can

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