Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's like the place where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
drugged-up girls up like naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
the filth, cops that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who to quench their thirst for beatings
anything goes when got the riches,
but only the sexually depraved pay for bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do he wished with,
if ya chicks that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hookers 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 nothing, this was her reality,
place where dreams come 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, where the money
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money man? 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 abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart pills and a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your cargo in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope with life's little of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she 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,
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 goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not knowing she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
so many Eastern European people you meet,
only is they legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost four gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant they saw the bump,
and now the here and they're both on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and 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 and she don't even know it,
until she reaches for the and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how works, it's hard to work out where she's going,
back to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it sees what towing,
be hard knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
at bus-stops like bored 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 best your child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's what she did and now back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,