Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his eyes smoky grey
He was lean across the hurdies but his shooders 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 man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae
He had twenty seven on his cromack so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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