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 across the hurdies but his shooders were big
The o' the Hielan glens, that was The Portree 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 Plough-Boy and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had twenty seven notches on his cromack so say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree 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 called Pam
Who well howdy stranger, would you buy's a babycham

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

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Portree walked tae the table and he shouted me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the a spin
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 and Portree was daein fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae forty
He only had but one to go and the other man was
But the couped the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men dived behind the 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 ladder twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, when I go to throw my

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The gambler drew his Sgian Dubh as fast as speed
grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him o'er the heid
Then he him laldy wi' a salmon off the wall
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's

Portree walked up tae the bar, he says hae a half
And d'ye the way I stuck it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his wracked wi' pain
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 tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that 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, across the Rio
But what became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
opened up a gift shop selling fresh air in a can

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