Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place where this starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters gory hearts,
girls dressed up like naughty tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, cops that up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat dripping off the
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst for beatings
anything when you've got the riches,
but only the depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do he wished with,
if ya chicks that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way past fucking,
punters on hookers hooked 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 from nothing, was her reality,
where dreams 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 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 her chance would come, she just had to wait,
one of her abductors made a mistake,
mixing with heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
your runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the and baby 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 she had police, asking her questions,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her to the brothel, either that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it starts 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 the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern people you meet,
only difference is they and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost four gone,
she didn't she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump,
and now the here and they're both on the run,
if she beg, steal and borrow she ain't no kind 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 know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it 'cause she stole it,
to find it ain't there, I guess you reap you sow,
its a how karma works, it's hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride 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 like adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not find the repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you feed your 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,