Luyện nghe bài hát Crack City

(Live at Island High, NYC; David Bowie)

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

whore your little bodies
To the of paradise
Like Everest fatal
Its are cold as ice

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

Gonna hit City
Hit City

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

Corrupt shaky visions
And and coke and alcohol
They're just a of assholes
buttholes for their brains
You keep on riding
The you know too well
ride you down to the gutter
They'll ride you down to

Gonna hit Crack
Hit City

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

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

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

Gonna hit Crack
Hit Crack

bury you in velvet
And place you underground
With the of yourself
And the sufferings that

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

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

Gonna hit City
Hit Crack