Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one and stormy day
He was lean and hungry, his eyes were smoky grey
He was lean the hurdies 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 cam frae Skye
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His was an orra' man and oh but he was mean
He was The Midnight 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 in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He a shot o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was being up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, you buy's a babycham

Now over in the corner sat three men fae
They were playing games for money, in a 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 table and he shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
He threw sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
But he landed 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 rubber plants to try and 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 his Sgian Dubh as fast as lightning speed
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 up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a half
And d'ye like the way I it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a stane

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

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sing this song in Galashiels and up by Peterheid
Way down the border, across 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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