Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody with a that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat dripping off the
sadomasochists, who need to quench their for beatings
anything goes when got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya into that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
a day getting touched up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't up from 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 difference between this place and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money 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 pills and a straight,
with the door unlocked, ain't the idea,
your 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 and baby unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she feel was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of time 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 see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause 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 into Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and they're on the run,
if she don't beg, and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter 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 bitch how works, it's hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution when the is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it what she's towing,
must be hard knowing that nothing but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, 'cause you off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best 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,