Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came ridin' oot the west one and stormy day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his eyes were smoky
He was lean across the hurdies but his shooders were big
The terror o' the Hielan glens, 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 The Midnight Plough-Boy and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had twenty seven notches on his so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

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

Now in the corner sat three men fae Auchtertool
They playing games for money, in a snakes and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd come up from
He'd a river gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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walked tae the table and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the a spin
He threw seven sixes in a row and the game was nearly
But then he on a snake, and finished on square one

The game was nearly over and Portree was daein
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 shouted you're a

Men dived behind the rubber plants to try and save skins
The accordionist stopped playing, his sidekick dropped the
He says I think its funny, you've 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 as fast as lightning speed
grabbed a screwtop, he cracked 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 says I'll hae a
And d'ye the way I stuck it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his features wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a curling

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

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They sing song 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 shop fresh air in a can

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