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 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 that cam frae Skye
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His sidekick was an 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 million Indians, way up in

Portree booted in the door, he tae the bar
He a shot o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was 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 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 gambler, on the Ballachulish Ferry

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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 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 landed on a ladder, he was up tae nine
He had but one to go and the other man was beat
But the gambler couped the board off, and you're a cheat

Men dived behind the plants to try and save their skins
The accordionist playing, his sidekick dropped the spoons
He I think its funny, you've been 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 Dubh as fast as speed
grabbed 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 grousefoot's claw

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

The fight went raging on all night till opening time day
Wi' a break for soup and stovies aff a tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that man would win
came 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 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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