Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This dark like the place 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 with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst for beatings
anything goes when got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her Katya, he was to do what he wished with,
if ya into chicks wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hooked 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 from nothing, was her reality,
place where come true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference this 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 man? X2
It was a weird twist of fate, the way she escaped,
she knew her would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart pills and a straight,
with the door unlocked, the smartest idea,
when your runnings are and your cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
and turns, she learned inadvertently,
how to cope with little moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the mother and unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a she didn't feel was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of time she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply deportin' her,
she's met law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' 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 English is a language she can speak,
so many Eastern European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and earning their keep,
she was smuggled Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't know she was 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and they're 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,
until she for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it ain't there, I you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and off when it sees what she's towing,
must be knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
you'd sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field 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,