Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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

Portree booted in the door, he tae the bar
He poured a shot o' crabbies, he "Slainte Mhath"
While was being chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who well howdy 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 fourth man was a southerner who'd come up Macmerry
He'd been a river gambler, on the Ballachulish

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Portree 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 forty
He had but one to go and the other man was beat
But the gambler 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 dropped the spoons
He says I think its funny, you've up that ladder twice
And ye a'ways 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 cracked him o'er the
Then he gave him laldy wi' a 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 like the way I it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up behind his features 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 and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting o' obvious, that neither man would win
When came the shout that it all, there's a bus trip comin' in

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They sing this song in Galashiels and up by
Way o'er the border, across 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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