Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place this story starts,
full of fiends, and with gory hearts,
girls dressed up like naughty tarts,
performing sex, and forms of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock 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 only the sexually pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya chicks that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make way past people fucking,
hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched 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 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, where the money
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
It was a weird twist of fate, the way she escaped,
she knew her chance would come, she had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
vodka with heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, ain't the idea,
your runnings are illegal and your cargo 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 cope with 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 before she had police, her questions,
finding out the truth her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see them her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now it's in the street,
English is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and they earning keep,
she was smuggled Britain almost four months gone,
she know she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and they're on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and borrow she no kind 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,
she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause 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 and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
at bus-stops like bored adolescents,
with sex on mind, 'cause 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 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,