Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards, vocals)
wolf (keyboards)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
Terry (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
moire (background vocals)

Hey! do you know what you
an asshole! an asshole!

Some of you not agree
'cause you probably likes a lot of
But a while and you will see...
hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for
Are you an
hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause an asshole...

Maybe you think you're a guy
Maybe you think too tough to cry
So you to the grape,
to give it a try
And
Without a doubt, the sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
Nearly drove you
talk about leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a sailor
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just in from spain
Sir richard
You sniffed the reeking of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was
pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new of ko-ko
Then on night, ceasar's back in town
In a way you explain
Facing off in a tag team grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the wall with
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan
Which gave your an awful strain
hell
But you came back on sunday for the show
Next thursday, town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
'cause an asshole, you're an asshole
right
You're an asshole, an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
That's
You're an asshole, you're an

Now you to the grape 'n' you been to the chest
'n' now I think you know what you are: you're an

You say you can't live with what you through
Well, ladies you can be an too
You might pretend you got one on the bottom of you,
But don't yerself girl
It's at you
fool yerself girl
It's at you
fool yerself girl
It's at you
why I say
I'm ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
hole
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Fist
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Wrist-watch;
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Pud!

Don't fool yerself,
It's goin' right up yer chute
Don't fool yerself,
It's goin' right up yer chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew be surprised...