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 dressed up like naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody with a that needs 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 for beatings
goes when 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 their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hookers on smack, cluckin,
spent a day getting up and butt-fucking,
wishing wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up nothing, this was her reality,
place where dreams come true for those who 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 the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
It was a twist of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her chance would come, she had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
vodka with heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your cargo in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope with life's moments of uncertainty,
safe on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, she had disturbing 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,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see them her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly starts her,
not knowing she's 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
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
English is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only difference is they legal and they earning keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost 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 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 she stole it,
to it ain't there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it sees what towing,
must be hard knowing that nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie 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 that's what she did and now we're in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,