Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place where story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their thirst for
goes when you've got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do he wished with,
if ya chicks that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way people fucking,
punters hooked on hookers 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 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 want the business, the business, the money X2
It was a weird twist of fate, the way she escaped,
she knew her chance come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, ain't the idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your cargo in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
the road ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope with life's little 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 feel was and had to leave,
would only be a matter of before she had police, asking her questions,
out the truth about her underworld 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 along the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
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,
English is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and they their 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 she ain't no kind of mum,
her feelings a vicious circle, a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't even it,
she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to it ain't there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's hard to out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it 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 mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that you'd sell for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you feed your child 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,