Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst for beatings
anything goes you've got the riches,
but only the depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her Katya, he was to do what he wished with,
if ya into chicks that wake up morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched up and butt-fucking,
she'd wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't up from 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 this place and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
It was a weird of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a she didn't feel was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of time before she had police, her questions,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her to the brothel, either that, or simply just deportin' her,
met corrupted law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not knowing where going, or why grudgers(?) keep 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 in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
like so many European people you meet,
difference is they legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't know she was 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and they're on the run,
if she don't beg, and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper they are, the the thief,
so now she's again and she don't even know it,
she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it ain't there, I you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing you're nothing but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
with sex on mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you feed your child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's what she did and now we're in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,