Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This dark like the place where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
drugged-up dressed up like naughty tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody with a fantasy needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping 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 what he with,
if ya into chicks that up with morning sickness,
and to make their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on 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,
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 difference between this and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
It was a weird of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her would come, she just had to wait,
one of her abductors made a mistake,
mixing vodka with pills and smoking a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope with life's moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, however it seems,
the mother and baby unit, she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or just deportin' her,
she's met corrupted law before, she see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly starts 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 money X2
Life was in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
like so Eastern European people you meet,
difference 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 beg, steal and borrow she ain't 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 and she don't even know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it '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 when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, 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 your just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's she did and now we're back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,