Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one wild and day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his eyes were 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 cam frae Skye
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His was an orra' man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Midnight and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had seven 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 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, would you a babycham

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

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Portree 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 game was nearly
But then he landed on a snake, and on square one

The game was over and Portree was daein fine
He'd on a ladder, he was up tae forty nine
He had but one to go and the other man was beat
But the couped the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men behind the rubber plants to try and save their skins
The stopped playing, his sidekick dropped 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 my dice

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The drew his Sgian Dubh as fast as lightning speed
Portree 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 grousefoot's

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

The fight raging on all night till opening time next day
Wi' a break for and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting o' obvious, that neither man would win
When came the shout that stopped it all, 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 became o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift shop fresh air in a can

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