Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney High, NYC; David Bowie)

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

Don't whore little bodies
To the worms of
Like Everest fatal
Its are cold as ice

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

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

Piss on the icon
Whose bequeath you pain
They'll you down to their level
their addictions and their fast lanes

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City

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

May all vilest nightmares
Consume your shrunken
May the ho-ho-hoounds of
Dance upon stinking bed

look at me you fuckhead
This nation's blue
Its stink it the highways
Its filth it sticks glue

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

bury you in velvet
And place you underground
the hatred of yourself
And the that conspire

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack