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 across the hurdies but his shooders they big
The terror o' the glens, that 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 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 cromack so say
And a million Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He poured a o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was being chatted up by a bar room called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, 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 come up from Macmerry
He'd been a river gambler, on the Ballachulish

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

The was nearly over and Portree was daein fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae 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 ladder twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, when I go to my dice

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The gambler drew his Dubh as fast as lightning speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him o'er the
Then he him laldy wi' a salmon off the wall
And he finished off the business, wi' his lucky grousefoot's

Portree walked up tae the bar, he says hae a half
And d'ye like the way I stuck it on that wee nyaff
But the crept up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a curling stane

The went raging on all night till opening time next day
Wi' a break for soup and stovies aff a coronation
It was getting kind o' obvious, neither man would win
When the shout 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, the Rio Tweed
But what became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
They opened up a gift selling fresh air in a can

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