Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man came oot the west one wild and stormy day
He was quiet lean and hungry, his eyes 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 that cam frae Skye
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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 notches on his so they say
And a million Indians, way up in Stornoway

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

Now over in the corner sat men fae Auchtertool
They were playing games for money, in a and ladders school
The fourth man was a southerner who'd up from Macmerry
He'd been a river gambler, on the 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 done
But then he landed on a snake, and finished on one

The game was over and Portree was daein fine
He'd landed on a ladder, he was up tae forty
He only had but one to go and the other man was
But the gambler the board off, and shouted you're a cheat

Men behind the rubber plants to try and save their skins
The accordionist playing, his sidekick dropped the spoons
He says I think its funny, you've up that ladder twice
And ye a'ways dunt the table, I go to throw my dice

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The gambler drew his Sgian Dubh as fast as lightning
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he 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 stuck it on that wee Macmerry
But the crept up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, oot o' a curling stane

The fight went raging on all night till time next day
Wi' a for soup and stovies aff a coronation tray
It was getting o' obvious, that neither man would 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 what became o' Portree, Midnight and the man,
They opened up a shop selling fresh air in a can

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