Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's like the place where this story starts,
of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up like tarts,
performing sex, and forms of art,
and anybody a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to their thirst for beatings
anything when you've got the riches,
but only the depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya into chicks wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way past fucking,
punters hooked on hooked on smack, cluckin,
a day getting touched up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up the nightmare 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 only difference between place and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
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 her chance would come, she just had to wait,
one of her abductors made a mistake,
mixing vodka heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the road was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to with life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a place she feel 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,
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 starts her,
not knowing where going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
was hard in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern 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, and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper they are, the the thief,
so now she's again and she don't even know it,
until she for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it ain't there, I guess you reap you sow,
its a how karma works, it's hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard that you're nothing but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops like adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed your 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,