Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Hit Of Space

Been out all night, I a bite, I thought I'd put a record on
I for the one with the ultra modern label
And wondered the light had gone
It had a futuristic cover, lifted straight Buck Rogers

The record was so it had to be a con
The auto switched as I filled my sandwich
And futuristic warbled off and on

The black hit of space, the one without a face
It's the one doesn't fit, you can only see the flip
The black hit of space, in the human race
How can it stay at the top, when it's all the shops

As the song climbed the charts, the others
there was nothing but it left to buy
It got to number one, then into minus
Though could understand why

The black hit of space, the one without a face
It's the one that doesn't fit, you can only see the
The black hit of space, sucking in the human
How can it stay at the top, when it's swallowed all the

I couldn't stand bland sound any more
So I walked towards my deck to it off
All I could see was the B-side of the
Which had assumed a doughnut with the label on the outside rim

I reached for the arm which was less than one long
But weighed more than Saturn and time stood
I knew I had to escape but time I tried to flee
The record was in of me

The hit of space, get James Burke on the case
It's the hit that's never gone, stops when you put it