Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place where story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
girls dressed up like naughty tarts,
performing sex, and forms of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, cops that up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst for beatings
anything 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 up with morning sickness,
and to make their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hookers on smack, cluckin,
a day getting touched up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up from the nightmare she was in,
but she waking 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,
the only difference between this place and hell was gravity.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where 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 would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
the road ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to with life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, 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,
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 the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not knowing she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
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,
English is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only difference is they legal and they their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost four 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 a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth,
the they are, the smarter the thief,
so now broke again and she don't even know it,
until she for the purse and it hurts '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' to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it sees she's towing,
must be hard knowing that you're 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,
you'd sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed your 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,