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 with a fantasy that fulfilling,
the filth, cops that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their thirst for
anything goes you've got the riches,
but only the depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya into chicks that up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day getting up and butt-fucking,
wishing she'd wake up the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up from nothing, was her reality,
place where dreams come true for who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference between place and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the money
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 would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart pills and a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and cargo live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
the road 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, however it seems,
the mother and unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't was safe and had to leave,
would be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the about her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, either that, or simply just her,
she's met law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, the money man?
You want the business, you the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only is they legal and they 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 here and they're both on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and borrow she no kind of mum,
her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper 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 ain't there, I you reap what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's hard to work out she's going,
back to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off it sees what she's towing,
must be hard that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
at bus-stops like bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
that you'd 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,