Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He drum ho, he hey
The teuchter cam frae Skye
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His sidekick was an orra' man and oh but he was
He was ca'd The Midnight and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had twenty seven on his cromack so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

booted in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He a shot o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was being 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 playing games for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a who'd come up from 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 gave the a spin
He threw seven sixes in a row and the was nearly done
But then he landed on a snake, and 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 the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men dived the rubber plants to try and save their skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his sidekick dropped the
He says I think its funny, you've been up that 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 speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he him o'er the heid
Then he gave him laldy wi' a off the wall
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky claw

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

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

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

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