Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This dark like the place where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
drugged-up girls up like naughty 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, 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 he wished with,
if ya chicks that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up from the she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up nothing, this was her reality,
place where dreams come for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference this place and hell was gravity.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
It was a weird twist of fate, the way 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 your runnings are and your cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope with little moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the and baby unit, where she had disturbing 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,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her back to the brothel, 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 she's going, or why grudgers(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was in the brothel, now it's 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 into Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't know she was 'till they saw the bump,
and now the here and they're both 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 they are, the the thief,
so now she's broke and she don't even know it,
until she for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's hard to work out she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and off when it sees what she's towing,
be hard knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops like adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not find the repellent,
fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed your 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,