Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place where this starts,
full of fiends, and with gory hearts,
drugged-up dressed up like naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and anybody with a fantasy needs fulfilling,
even the filth, cops lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, sweat dripping off the
sadomasochists, who need to quench 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 chicks that up with morning sickness,
and have to make their way people fucking,
punters hooked on 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 dreams come true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
the only difference between this 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 twist of fate, the way she escaped,
she knew her chance come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and your 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 life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a place she didn't was safe and had to leave,
would only be a matter of before she had police, asking her questions,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her back to the brothel, 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 slowly destroyin' her,
not where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money man? X2
Life was hard in the brothel, now hard in the street,
English is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only is they legal and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into Britain almost four gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant 'till saw the bump,
and now the baby's and they're both on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and borrow she ain't no of mum,
her feelings a circle, with a big set of teeth,
the they are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't know it,
until she for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole it,
to find it ain't there, I guess you what you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, hard to work out where she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her ride and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
be hard knowing that you're nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
sex on their mind, 'cause you give off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting in the field from behind, for you best feed 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,