Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards, vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
thornton (background vocals)
Davey (background vocals)

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

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

Maybe you think a lonely guy
Maybe you you're too tough to cry
So you to the grape,
Just to it a try
And
Without a doubt, the sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers sticking out from of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
drove you insane
Let's talk about leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a sailor
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just blew in from
Sir richard
You sniffed the reeking buns of
The of a demented bread-boffer
And like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine 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 match
kona.
And so you worked the wall michael
pounds of samoan dynamite
Which your back 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, you're an
Yes, yes
an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
an asshole, you're an asshole

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 live what you been through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You might you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool yerself
It's at you
Don't yerself girl
winkin' at you
Don't fool yerself
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 poop
crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Pud!

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...