Luyện nghe bài hát The Runaway

This story's dark like the place where story starts,
full of fiends, and with gory hearts,
drugged-up girls dressed up naughty tarts,
performing sex, and forms of art,
and anybody with a fantasy that fulfilling,
even the filth, that lock up a man for stealing,
for Quent, bent, sweat dripping off the ceiling
sadomasochists, who to quench their thirst for beatings
anything goes when got the riches,
but the sexually depraved pay for pregnant bitches,
her Katya, he was to do what he wished with,
if ya into that wake up with morning sickness,
and have to their way past people fucking,
hooked on hookers hooked on smack, cluckin,
spent a day touched up and butt-fucking,
she'd wake up from the nightmare she was stuck in,
but she weren't waking up from nothing, 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,
'cause the only difference this place and hell was gravity.

You want the business, runaway, runaway, where the man?
You want the business, you want the business, the business, the man? X2
It was a twist of fate, the way that she escaped,
she knew her chance come, she just had to wait,
'till one of her 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 was now clear, but only for a exit,
'cause the road ahead was long, and of unexpected,
twists and turns, she inadvertently,
how to with life's little moments of uncertainty,
feeling safe on the street, however it seems,
the mother and baby unit, where she had dreams,
was a place she feel 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, that, or simply just deportin' her,
she's met corrupted law before, she can't see them her,
so if she goes along the road, it starts destroyin' her,
not knowing where 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
was hard in the brothel, now it's hard in the street,
'cause English is a she can hardly speak,
like so many European people you meet,
only difference is legal and they earning their 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 here and they're on the run,
if she don't beg, steal and she ain't no kind of mum,
her a vicious circle, with a big set of teeth,
the sharper are, the smarter the thief,
so now she's again and she don't even know it,
she reaches for the purse and it hurts 'cause she stole 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,
back to prostitution when the traffic is flowin',
her ride stops and drives off when it sees she's towing,
must be hard knowing that you're but a peasant,
for the hunt, its the prairie like pheasant,
loitering at like bored adolescents,
with sex on their mind, 'cause you off the impression,
that you'd sell for money, not find the thought repellent,
getting fucked in the field from behind, for you best feed child just so it don't cry, its unpleasant,
but that's what she did and now we're in the present.
runaway, runaway, runaway,
runaway, runaway, runaway,