Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place this story starts,
of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls up like naughty tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops that up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who to quench their thirst for beatings
anything goes when 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 wake up with morning sickness,
and to make their way past people fucking,
hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day 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 come true for those 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 want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money man? X2
It was a weird of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her chance would come, she had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing with 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 was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to with 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 feel was safe and had to leave,
only be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the about her underworld connections,
her back 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 along the road, it slowly 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
was hard in the brothel, now it's hard 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 their keep,
she was into Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't know she was 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and both on the run,
if she don't beg, and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke and she don't even know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it hurts she stole it,
to find it ain't there, I guess you what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to 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,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops like adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting in the field from behind, for you best 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,