Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

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

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
It was a twist of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her chance come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, the smartest idea,
when runnings are illegal and your cargo live 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 life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, however it seems,
the mother and unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her back to the brothel, 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 starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now it's in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern people you meet,
only difference is they legal and they earning keep,
she was smuggled Britain almost four months gone,
she know she was pregnant '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 vicious circle, a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she it,
to it ain't there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to when the traffic is flowin',
her ride and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's she did and now we're back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,