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 were smoky
He was lean the hurdies but his shooders they were big
The terror o' the glens, that was The Portree Kid

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He drum ho, he 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 seven notches on his cromack so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree 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 well howdy stranger, would you buy's a

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 Macmerry
He'd a river gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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

The game was 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 other man was
But the gambler couped the board off, and shouted a cheat

Men behind the rubber plants to try and save their skins
The stopped 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, I go to throw my dice

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

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

The fight went raging on all night till time next day
Wi' a for soup and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that man would win
came the shout that stopped it all, there's a bus trip comin' in

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

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