Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark the place where this story starts,
of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up like tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to their thirst for beatings
goes when you've got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her Katya, he was to do what he wished with,
if ya into chicks that wake up with sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hookers on smack, cluckin,
spent a day getting up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up from the nightmare she was in,
but she weren't waking up nothing, this was her reality,
place where come true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference between this place and was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
It was a twist of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her chance would come, she had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka heart pills and smoking a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your cargo in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope with little moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the and baby unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't feel was and had to leave,
would be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply just her,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see supportin' her,
so if she along the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so Eastern European people you meet,
only is they legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant they saw the bump,
and now the baby's and they're both on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and borrow she ain't no of mum,
her a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't even it,
until she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she it,
to find it ain't there, I you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's hard to work out where going,
resortin' back to prostitution when the is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing that you're but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
at bus-stops like bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, 'cause you off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting in the field from behind, for you best feed your child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's what she did and now back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,