Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; Bowie)

Oh all you children
Don't grab that scabby
It to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It to the candyman

Don't your little bodies
To the of paradise
Like Everest fatal
Its are cold as ice

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City

Piss on the icon
Whose bequeath you pain
They'll face you to their level
With addictions and their fast lanes

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

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

And you the master
May be on your brow
May slash your mainline
I'm calling you out now

May all your nightmares
Consume your head
May the of paranoia
Dance your stinking bed

Don't look at me you
This nation's turning
Its it fouls the highways
Its it sticks like glue

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

They'll bury you in
And we'll you underground
the hatred of yourself
And the sufferings that

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack