Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place where story starts,
full of fiends, and with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
performing sex, and forms of art,
and anybody with a that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops that up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their for beatings
anything goes when got the riches,
but only the sexually pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do he wished with,
if ya into chicks that wake up morning sickness,
and have to make way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day getting up and butt-fucking,
she'd wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up from nothing, was her reality,
place dreams come 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 want the business, the business, the man? X2
It was a weird of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, the smartest idea,
when your runnings are and your cargo live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope life's little moments of uncertainty,
safe on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a place she didn't feel was and had to leave,
only be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her back to the brothel, that, or simply just deportin' her,
met corrupted law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
like so many European people you meet,
only difference is they and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into almost four months gone,
she know she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump,
and now the here and they're both on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and borrow she no kind 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 there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it what she's towing,
be hard knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that you'd sell for money, not find the thought 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,