Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

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

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money 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 chance would come, she had to wait,
one of her abductors made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, ain't the idea,
when your runnings are and your cargo live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope with life's moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't feel was and had to leave,
would be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the about 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 slowly starts her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep her.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now it's in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only difference is legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost four gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant 'till saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and both on the run,
if she beg, steal and borrow she ain't 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 again and she don't know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she it,
to it ain't there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's hard to work out where going,
back to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not find the repellent,
getting in the field from behind, for you best feed your child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's what she did and now we're in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,