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 dressed up like naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their thirst for
anything goes you've got the riches,
but only the sexually depraved pay for bitches,
her Katya, he was to do what he wished with,
if ya into chicks wake up with 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,
wishing she'd wake up from the she was stuck in,
but she weren't up from nothing, this was her reality,
place where dreams 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 the business, you want the business, the business, the money man? X2
It was a twist of fate, the way that she escaped,
she her chance would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
mixing vodka heart pills and smoking a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope with life's moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't feel was and had to leave,
would only be a matter of before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the about her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply 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 going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
Life was in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause is a language she can hardly speak,
so many Eastern European people you meet,
only difference is they and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost months gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and both on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and borrow she ain't no of mum,
her feelings a vicious circle, a big set of teeth,
the sharper they are, the 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 find it there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's to work out where she's going,
back to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and 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 their mind, you give off the impression,
that you'd sell for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed your child so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but what she did and now we're back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,