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 girls up like naughty tarts,
sex, and perverted forms of art,
and with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench thirst for beatings
goes when you've got the riches,
but only the 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 weren't up from nothing, this 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 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 money X2
It was a weird twist of fate, the way she escaped,
she knew her would come, she just had to wait,
one of her abductors made a mistake,
mixing vodka with heart and smoking a straight,
the door unlocked, ain't the smartest idea,
when runnings are illegal and your cargo 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 with little moments of uncertainty,
safe on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and baby unit, she had disturbing dreams,
was a she didn't feel was safe and had to leave,
would be a matter of time before she had police, asking her questions,
finding out the truth about her connections,
sending her back to the brothel, that, or simply just deportin' 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 where she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep her.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
Life was in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
English is a language she can hardly speak,
like so many Eastern people you meet,
only difference is they legal and they earning keep,
she was into Britain almost four months gone,
she didn't know she was pregnant they saw the bump,
and now the baby's and they're both on the run,
if she beg, steal and borrow she ain't no kind 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 reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she it,
to find it ain't there, I guess you reap you sow,
its a bitch how karma works, it's hard to work out she's going,
resortin' back to prostitution the traffic is flowin',
her stops and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing that nothing but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the like pheasant,
loitering at bus-stops bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, you give off the impression,
that sell yourself for money, not find the thought 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 back in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,