Luyện nghe bài hát Portree Kid

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

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He ho, he drum hey
The teuchter that cam frae
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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 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 o' crabbies, he shouted "Slainte Mhath"
While midnight was chatted up by a bar room girl called Pam
Who said well howdy stranger, would you a babycham

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

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Portree tae the table and he shouted shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he gave the dice a
He threw seven sixes in a row and the game was 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 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 stopped playing, his sidekick dropped the
He says I think its funny, been 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 speed
Portree grabbed a screwtop, he cracked him 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 hae a half
And like the way I stuck it on that wee Macmerry nyaff
But the Southerner up behind his features wracked wi' pain
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, made oot o' a curling

The fight went raging on all night opening time next day
Wi' a break for soup and aff a coronation tray
It was getting kind o' obvious, that neither man win
When came the shout that stopped it all, there's a bus 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 shop selling air in a can

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