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 modern
And wondered where the light had
It had a futuristic cover, lifted straight Buck Rogers

The record was so it had to be a con
The changer switched as I filled my sandwich
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 human
How can it stay at the top, when it's all the shops

As the song climbed the charts, the disappeared
'Til there was nothing but it to buy
It got to number one, into minus figures
Though nobody understand why

The black hit of space, it's the one 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 swallowed all the shops

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

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

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