Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney Island High, David Bowie)

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

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

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

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

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

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

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

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City