Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards, vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
o'hearn (bass, vocals)
Terry (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
Davey (background vocals)

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

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

Maybe you think you're a guy
Maybe you you're 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 sticking out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a beautiful
Nearly drove you
Let's talk about leather:
And so you kissed a sailor
Tex abel, in the latest shepperton production:
Who had blew in from spain
Sir richard
You the reeking buns of angel
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 of ko-ko
on tuesday night, ceasar's back in town
In a way you can't
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge
kona.
And so you worked the wall michael
pounds of samoan dynamite
Which gave your an awful strain
Volcanic
But you came back on sunday for the show
Next thursday, town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
'cause you're an asshole, you're an
right
You're an asshole, you're an
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
right
You're an asshole, you're an

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

You say you can't with what you been through
Well, ladies you can be an too
You pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool girl
lookin' at you
Don't fool yerself
winkin' at you
Don't fool 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 chute
Fist
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Wrist-watch;
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Pud!

Don't yerself, girl
goin' right up yer poop chute
Don't yerself, girl
goin' right up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew be surprised...