Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He ho, he drum 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 Plough-Boy and he cam fae
He had seven notches on his cromack so they 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"
midnight was being chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, you buy's a babycham

Now over in the corner sat men fae Auchtertool
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 gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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Portree walked tae the table and he shouted me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
He threw seven sixes in a row and the game was done
But then he landed on a snake, and finished on one

The game was nearly over and was daein fine
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 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 up that ladder twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, when I go to throw my

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The drew his Sgian Dubh as fast as lightning speed
grabbed a screwtop, he cracked 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 wee Macmerry 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 till opening time next day
Wi' a for soup and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, neither man would win
When came the shout that stopped it all, there's a bus trip in

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They sing song in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way o'er 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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