Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one and stormy day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his 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 that cam Skye
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His sidekick was an man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae
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 well howdy stranger, would you buy's a

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 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 then he landed on a snake, and finished on one

The game was nearly over and 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 board off, and you're a cheat

Men dived the rubber 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 that twice
And ye dunt the table, when I go to throw my dice

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

Portree walked up tae the bar, he says 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 went on all night till opening time next day
Wi' a for soup and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting o' obvious, that 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 song in Galashiels and up by
Way down the border, across the Rio Tweed
But what became o' Portree, and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift selling fresh air in a can

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