Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's like the place where this story starts,
of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls up like naughty tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst 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 chicks that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way people fucking,
punters on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day 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 the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
It was a weird of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her chance come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart pills and a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
your runnings are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to with life's little moments of uncertainty,
safe on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a place she feel was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply deportin' her,
met corrupted law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not knowing where going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' 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 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 earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost months gone,
she know 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 feelings a vicious circle, a big set of teeth,
the they are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't even it,
until she reaches for the purse and it '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 work out where going,
resortin' back to when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, 'cause you off the impression,
that you'd sell for money, not find the thought 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 back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,