Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came 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 o' the Hielan glens, that was The Portree Kid

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He drum ho, he hey
The teuchter that cam frae
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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 notches on his cromack so they say
And killed a million Indians, way up in

Portree booted in the door, he tae the bar
He a shot o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While was being chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said howdy stranger, would 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 fourth man was a southerner who'd come up from
He'd been a river gambler, on the Ballachulish

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

The game was nearly over and Portree was fine
He'd 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 stopped playing, his sidekick dropped the spoons
He says I its funny, you've 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
Then he gave him laldy wi' a off the wall
And he finished off the business, wi' his grousefoot's claw

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 up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a curling

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

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

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