Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He ho, he drum hey
The that cam frae Skye
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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 so they say
And killed a million Indians, way up in

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

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

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Portree walked tae the table and he shouted 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 game was nearly 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 the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

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

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

Portree walked up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a
And d'ye like the way I stuck it on wee Macmerry nyaff
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 night till opening time day
Wi' a for soup and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that man would win
When came the shout stopped it all, there's a bus trip comin' in

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

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