Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This dark like the place where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody with a fantasy needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops that up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their for beatings
goes when you've got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya into chicks that up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way past fucking,
punters on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched up and butt-fucking,
she'd wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't up from nothing, this was her reality,
where dreams come true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference between this place and was gravity.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
It was a twist 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 vodka with pills and smoking a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the road was long, and full of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope with life's moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't was safe and had to leave,
would be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply just her,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where 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 man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause is a language she can hardly speak,
like so Eastern European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and they earning 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 don't beg, steal and borrow she ain't no of mum,
her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter 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 find it ain't there, I you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution when the is flowin',
her stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing that nothing but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the from behind, for you best feed 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,