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 were big
The o' the Hielan glens, that was The Portree 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 The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had seven notches on his cromack so they say
And killed a million Indians, way up in

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

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

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

The game was nearly over and Portree was daein
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae forty
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 behind the rubber plants to try and save their skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his sidekick the spoons
He says I think its funny, you've been up that twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, when I go to throw my

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The gambler drew his Dubh as fast as lightning speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he him o'er the heid
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 I'll hae a
And d'ye like the way I stuck it on wee Macmerry nyaff
But the crept up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, oot o' a curling stane

The fight went raging on all night till opening next day
Wi' a break for soup and 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 and up by Peterheid
Way down o'er the border, the Rio Tweed
But what became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
They opened up a gift shop selling air in a can

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