Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

A man ridin' oot the west one wild and stormy day
He was quiet and hungry, his eyes were smoky grey
He was lean the hurdies 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 that cam frae Skye
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His sidekick was an orra' man and oh but he was
He was ca'd The Midnight and he cam fae Aberdeen
He had seven notches 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"
While midnight was being chatted up by a bar room girl Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, would you buy's a

Now in the corner sat three men fae Auchtertool
They playing games 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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walked tae the table and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the a spin
He threw sixes in a row and the game was nearly done
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 you're a cheat

Men behind the rubber 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 a'ways dunt the table, when I go to throw my

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

walked up tae the bar, he says I'll hae a half
And d'ye the way I stuck it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner crept up 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 break for soup and stovies aff a tray
It was getting o' obvious, that neither man would win
When came the 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 became o' Portree, Midnight and the gamblin' man,
They opened up a gift selling fresh air in a can

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