Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Coney High, NYC; David Bowie)

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

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

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

hit Crack City
Hit Crack

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

Corrupt shaky visions
And and coke and alcohol
They're a bunch of assholes
With buttholes for their
You can't keep on
The you know too well
They'll you down to the gutter
They'll ride you to hell

Gonna hit City
Hit City

And you the dealer
May death be on brow
May razors slash mainline
I'm you out right now

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

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

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack