Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney Island High, David Bowie)

Oh come all you
grab that scabby hand
It to Mr. Sniff and Tell
It to the candyman

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

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

hit Crack City
Hit City

Piss on the monsters
guitars bequeath you pain
They'll face you down to their
With addictions and their fast lanes

Corrupt shaky visions
And crack and coke and
They're just a of assholes
With buttholes for their
You can't keep on
The pain you too well
They'll ride you to the gutter
They'll you down to hell

Gonna hit City
Hit City

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

May all your vilest
your shrunken head
May the ho-ho-hoounds of
Dance your stinking bed

Don't at me you fuckhead
This nation's blue
Its stink it fouls the
Its filth it sticks glue

hit Crack City
Hit City

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

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack