Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's like the place where this story starts,
of fiends, and gangsters with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up like tarts,
performing sex, and perverted of art,
and with a fantasy that needs fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, there bent, dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who need to quench their for beatings
anything goes you've got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her Katya, he was to do what he wished with,
if ya into chicks wake up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
punters hooked on hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched up and butt-fucking,
wishing wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up nothing, this was her reality,
place where come true for those who lack morality,
she had to get out, if not for her child, for her sanity,
'cause the only difference between this and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You the business, you want the business, the business, the money 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 heart pills and smoking a straight,
with the door unlocked, the smartest idea,
when your runnings are illegal and cargo live in fear,
the path was now clear, but for a exit,
'cause the road was long, and full of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to cope with little moments of uncertainty,
safe on the street, however absurd it seems,
the mother and unit, where 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,
out the truth about her underworld connections,
sending her to the brothel, either that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met corrupted law before, she see them supportin' her,
so if she goes along the road, it slowly destroyin' her,
not knowing she's going, or why grudgers(?) keep ignorin' her.

You the business, runaway, runaway, where the money man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the money X2
Life was in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause English is a language she can speak,
like so many Eastern European you meet,
only difference is they and they earning their keep,
she was smuggled into almost four months gone,
she know she was pregnant 'till they 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 vicious circle, a big set of teeth,
the they are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's broke again and she don't even it,
until she reaches for the 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,
resortin' back to prostitution when the is flowin',
her ride and drives off when it sees what she's towing,
must be hard knowing that you're but a peasant,
game for the hunt, its the prairie pheasant,
at bus-stops like bored adolescents,
with sex on mind, 'cause 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 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,