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 girls dressed up like tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst for beatings
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 that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day getting up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd up from the nightmare 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 between this place and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you 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 with pills and smoking a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are and your cargo 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 with life's little of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had 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,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see them her,
so if she along the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money 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 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 beg, steal and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper they are, the the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't even 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 hard to work out where going,
resortin' to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it sees she's towing,
must be hard that you're nothing but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops like adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not the thought repellent,
getting in the field from behind, for you best feed your child just 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,