Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; Bowie)

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

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City

And you the dealer
May be on your brow
May razors slash your
I'm calling you out now

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

They'll you in velvet
And we'll place you
With the hatred of
And the sufferings conspire

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City