Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came oot the west one wild and stormy day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his eyes were grey
He was lean across the hurdies but his 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 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 killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

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

Now over in the corner sat three men fae
were playing games for money, in a snakes 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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Portree walked tae the and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
He threw seven sixes in a row and the was nearly done
But then he 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 had but one to go and the other man was beat
But the gambler couped the board off, and shouted you're a

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

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The gambler drew his Dubh as fast as lightning speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him o'er the
he gave him laldy wi' a salmon 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 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 till opening time next day
Wi' a break for and stovies 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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sing this song in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way down o'er the border, across the Rio
But became o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift shop selling air in a can

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