Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one and stormy day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his were smoky grey
He was lean across the 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 that cam frae 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 twenty seven on his cromack so they say
And killed a million Indians, way up in

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

Now over in the corner sat men fae Auchtertool
They were games for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd come up from
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 sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But he landed on a snake, and finished on square one

The game was nearly over and Portree was daein
landed on a ladder, he was up tae forty nine
He only had but one to go and the man was beat
But the gambler couped the board off, and shouted a cheat

Men dived behind the rubber to try and save their skins
The stopped playing, his sidekick dropped the spoons
He I think 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
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him the heid
Then he gave him wi' a salmon off the wall
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's

Portree walked up tae the bar, he I'll hae a half
And d'ye like the way I it on that 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 on all night till 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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They sing this in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way o'er the border, across the Rio Tweed
But became o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a shop selling fresh air in a can

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