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 were smoky
He was across the hurdies but his shooders they were big
The terror o' the glens, that was The Portree Kid

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He ho, he drum 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 Plough-Boy and he cam fae
He had twenty seven notches on his so they say
And killed a Indians, way up in Stornoway

Portree in the door, he sauntered tae the bar
He a shot 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 sat three men fae Auchtertool
They were 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 table and he shake me in
He shoogled on the eggcup, he the dice a spin
He threw seven sixes in a row and the was nearly done
But then he on a snake, and finished on square one

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

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

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The gambler drew his Sgian Dubh as as lightning 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

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 behind his features wracked wi'
And gubbed him wi' an ashtray, oot o' a curling stane

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

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