Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place this story starts,
full of fiends, and gangsters gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, cops that up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat dripping off the
sadomasochists, who need to quench their for beatings
anything goes you've got the riches,
but only the sexually depraved pay for bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya into chicks that wake up 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 waking up 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 the business, runaway, runaway, where 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 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,
when your runnings are illegal and your live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
the road ahead was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a she didn't feel was safe and had to leave,
would only be a of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her to the brothel, either that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where she's going, or why grudgers(?) ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
was hard in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
like so many European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and earning their keep,
she was smuggled 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, steal and 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 broke again and she don't even know it,
until she for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it there, I guess you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it sees she's towing,
be hard knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that you'd sell yourself for money, not find the repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed your just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's what she did and now we're in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,