Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark the place where this story starts,
of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up like tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody with a fantasy needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who to quench their thirst for beatings
anything goes 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 into chicks wake up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way people fucking,
hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up from the she was stuck in,
but she waking up from nothing, this was her reality,
place dreams come true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference between this and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
It was a twist 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 heart pills and smoking 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 road was long, and full 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 place she didn't was safe and had to leave,
would only be a of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply just her,
met corrupted law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not knowing she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep 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 in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only difference is legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost months gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant 'till saw the bump,
and now the here 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 they are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she even know it,
until she reaches for the purse and it hurts she stole it,
to it ain't there, I guess 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 stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie 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 best feed 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,