Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; Bowie)

Oh come all you
Don't that scabby hand
It belongs to Mr. and Tell
It to the candyman

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack

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

May all your vilest
your shrunken head
May the of paranoia
Dance upon your bed

look at me you fuckhead
This turning blue
Its stink it the highways
Its filth it sticks glue

hit Crack City
Hit City

bury you in velvet
And we'll you underground
With the hatred of
And the that conspire

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City