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 like tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and anybody with a that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to their thirst for beatings
anything goes you've got the riches,
but only the sexually pay for pregnant bitches,
her name's Katya, he was to do what he with,
if ya into that wake up with morning sickness,
and to make their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hookers on smack, cluckin,
a day getting touched 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 those who 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 her chance would come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her abductors a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
with the unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your are illegal and your cargo live in fear,
the was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the road 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 unit, where she had disturbing dreams,
was a place she didn't feel was and had to leave,
only be a matter 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,
met corrupted law before, she can't see them supportin' her,
so if she along the road, it slowly starts destroyin' her,
not where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now it's in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
so many Eastern European people you meet,
only difference is they legal and they earning keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost four gone,
she didn't she was pregnant 'till they saw the bump,
and now the baby's here and both on the run,
if she don't beg, and borrow she ain't no kind of mum,
her feelings a circle, with 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 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 works, it's hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution when the is flowin',
her stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be 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 your 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,