Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He ho, he drum 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 Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae
He had twenty seven on his cromack so they say
And killed a million Indians, way up in

booted in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He poured a o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who well howdy stranger, would you buy's a babycham

Now in the corner sat three men fae Auchtertool
They were playing games for money, in a snakes and school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd up from Macmerry
He'd a river gambler, on the Ballachulish 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 sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But then he on a snake, and finished on square one

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

Men dived behind the plants to try and save their skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his sidekick the spoons
He says I its funny, you've been up that ladder twice
And ye dunt the table, when 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 him o'er the heid
Then he him laldy wi' a salmon off the wall
And he off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's claw

Portree walked up tae the bar, he 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 night till opening next day
Wi' a break for soup and stovies aff a coronation
It was getting kind o' obvious, neither man would win
When came the that 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 became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
They opened up a gift shop selling air in a can

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