Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney High, NYC; David Bowie)

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

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City

Piss on the icon
Whose guitars you pain
They'll face you down to their
With their and their fast lanes

Corrupt with visions
And crack and and alcohol
They're just a bunch of
With buttholes for brains
You can't keep on
The pain you know too
They'll you down to the gutter
They'll ride you down to

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

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 of paranoia
Dance upon your bed

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City

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

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack