Luyện nghe bài hát The Black Hit Of Space

Been out all night, I needed a bite, I thought I'd put a on
I reached for the one with the ultra label
And wondered where the had gone
It had a futuristic cover, lifted from Buck Rogers

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

The hit of space, it's 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 race
How can it stay at the top, when it's all the shops

As the climbed the charts, the others disappeared
there was nothing but it left to buy
It got to number one, then into minus
Though nobody understand why

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

I stand this bland sound any more
So I towards my deck to turn it off
All I could see was the of the disc
Which had assumed a doughnut shape the label on the outside rim

I reached for the arm was less than one micron long
But weighed more Saturn and time stood still
I knew I had to escape but every time I to flee
The was in front of me

The hit of space, get James Burke on the case
It's the hit that's gone, time stops when you put it