Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney High, NYC; David Bowie)

Oh all you children
grab that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. and Tell
It belongs to the

Don't whore little bodies
To the worms of
Like Everest it's
Its peaks are as ice

They're riding on the
They're on the streets
ride you down to the gutters
They'll you off your feet

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

Piss on the monsters
Whose guitars bequeath you
face you down to their level
With their addictions and their fast

with shaky visions
And crack and coke and
They're just a bunch of
With for their brains
You can't keep on
The pain you know too
They'll you down to the gutter
They'll ride you to hell

hit Crack City
Hit City

And you the dealer
May death be on brow
May razors your mainline
I'm calling you out now

May all vilest nightmares
Consume your shrunken
May the of paranoia
Dance your stinking bed

look at me you fuckhead
This nation's turning
Its stink it the highways
Its filth it sticks like

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

They'll you in velvet
And place you underground
With the of yourself
And the sufferings conspire

To take little body And throw it to the fools
Only your mind can you out of this
Only your mind can

I'm on the subway
The subway down to
I'll see you on my
See you bid me

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack