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 smoky grey
He was lean across the but his shooders they were big
The o' the Hielan glens, that was The Portree Kid

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

Portree 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 howdy 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 who'd come up from Macmerry
He'd been a river gambler, on the Ferry

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Portree walked tae the and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he the dice a spin
He threw seven sixes in a row and the was nearly done
But he landed on a snake, and finished on square one

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

Men dived behind the rubber plants to try and their skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his dropped the spoons
He says I think its funny, you've been up that 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 o'er the
Then he him laldy wi' a salmon off the wall
And he off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's claw

walked up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a half
And like the way I stuck it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his features 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 break for soup and stovies aff a coronation
It was kind o' obvious, that neither man would win
When came the shout stopped 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 o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift shop selling air in a can

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