Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark the place where this story starts,
full of fiends, and with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up like tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who to quench their thirst for beatings
anything when you've got the riches,
but only the sexually depraved pay for 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 getting up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up from the she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up from nothing, was her reality,
place where dreams true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the difference between this place and hell was gravity.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
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 come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart pills and a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
your runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the road was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope with life's little 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 was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of time before she had police, her questions,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her to the brothel, either that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met 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 it's in the street,
'cause is a language she can hardly speak,
so many Eastern European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost months 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 borrow she no kind of mum,
her a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper they are, the 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 ain't there, I guess you what you sow,
its a how karma works, it's hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution when the 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 prairie pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
with sex on mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed child just 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,