Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney High, NYC; David Bowie)

Oh come all you
Don't grab that hand
It belongs to Mr. Sniff and
It belongs to the

Don't whore your bodies
To the of paradise
Like Everest it's
Its are cold as ice

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City

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

Corrupt with shaky
And crack and and alcohol
They're just a bunch of
With buttholes for their
You keep on riding
The you know too well
They'll ride you down to the
They'll you down to hell

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

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

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City

They'll bury you in
And place you underground
With the of yourself
And the sufferings that

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City