Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney High, NYC; David Bowie)

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

whore your little bodies
To the of paradise
Everest it's fatal
Its peaks are as ice

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

hit Crack City
Hit City

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

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

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

bury you in velvet
And we'll you underground
the hatred of yourself
And the sufferings conspire

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack