Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian (rhythm guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
Terry (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
moire (background vocals)

Hey! do you know 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
Broken hearts are for
Are you an too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause an asshole...

Maybe you think you're a guy
Maybe you think you're too 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 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, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just blew in spain
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the reeking buns of
The story of a bread-boffer
And like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko
Then on tuesday night, back in town
In a way you can't
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan
Which gave your an awful strain
hell
But you came back on sunday for the gong
Next thursday, teen finest...
But you forgot I was sayin'
you're an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, you're an
Yes, yes
an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, an asshole

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

You say you can't with what you been through
Well, ladies you can be an too
You might pretend you got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool yerself
It's at you
Don't fool yerself
winkin' at you
Don't yerself girl
blinkin' at you
why I say
I'm ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Corn
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Fist
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Pud!

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...