Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's like the place where this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters with hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up like tarts,
performing sex, and forms of art,
and anybody a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their thirst for
anything goes 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 into that wake up with morning sickness,
and to make their way past people fucking,
hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day getting 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 only difference between this place and was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
It was a weird of fate, the way that she escaped,
she her chance 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 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 cope with life's little of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a place she didn't was safe 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 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(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now it's in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern people you meet,
difference is they legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost months gone,
she didn't she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's and they're both on the run,
if she beg, steal and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her feelings a vicious circle, a big set of teeth,
the sharper they are, the the thief,
so now she's broke again and she even know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she 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 when the 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 sell yourself 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 what she did and now we're back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,