Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; Bowie)

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

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

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

Corrupt with visions
And and coke and alcohol
They're just a bunch of
With for their brains
You keep on riding
The pain you too well
ride you down to the gutter
They'll ride you down to

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

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

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

Don't at me you fuckhead
nation's turning blue
Its stink it the highways
Its filth it sticks like

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

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

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City