Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He ho, he drum hey
The teuchter that cam Skye
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His sidekick was an orra' man and oh but he was
He was ca'd The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae
He had twenty notches on his cromack so they say
And a million 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 chatted up by a bar room girl Pam
Who said howdy stranger, would you buy's a babycham

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

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Portree tae the table and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
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 you're a cheat

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

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The gambler drew his Sgian 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 off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's claw

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

The fight went raging on all night opening time next day
Wi' a break for and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was kind o' obvious, that neither man would win
When came the shout that stopped it all, there's a bus trip in

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

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