Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He drum ho, he hey
The teuchter that cam frae
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His was an orra' man and oh but he was mean
He was ca'd The Midnight and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had twenty seven on his cromack so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

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

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

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Portree walked tae the 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 was daein fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae nine
He only had but one to go and the man was beat
But the couped the board 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 think its funny, you've up that ladder twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, when I go to my dice

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

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

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

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They sing 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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