Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian (rhythm guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
moire (background vocals)

Hey! do you what you are?
an asshole! an asshole!

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

Maybe you think a lonely guy
Maybe you think too tough to cry
So you to the grape,
Just to it a try
And
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a beautiful
drove you insane
Let's talk leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you a little sailor
Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton
Who had just blew in from
Sir richard
You sniffed the reeking buns of
The story of a bread-boffer
And acted like it was
pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of
Then on tuesday night, back in town
In a way you can't
Facing off in a tag team grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine of samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an awful
Volcanic
But you came back on sunday for the show
Next thursday, teen finest...
But you forgot what I was
'cause you're an asshole, an asshole
right
You're an asshole, an asshole
Yes, yes
an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, you're an

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

You say you can't live with what you through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool yerself
lookin' at you
Don't fool girl
winkin' at you
Don't yerself girl
It's at you
why I say
I'm ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Corn
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
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!

fool yerself, girl
It's goin' right up yer chute
fool yerself, girl
It's right up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I you'd be surprised...