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 murphy (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 are for assholes
Are you an too?
Whatcha do, 'cause 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 ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
Nearly drove you
Let's talk leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had blew in from spain
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the reeking of angel
The story of a bread-boffer
And acted like it was
Cucumber pud annexed to a whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the new costume 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 grudge match
kona.
And so you the wall with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan
Which gave your back an awful
hell
But you came back on for the gong show
thursday, teen town's finest...
But you forgot I was sayin'
'cause you're an asshole, an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
right
You're an asshole, an asshole

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

You say you can't live with you been through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool yerself
It's at you
Don't yerself girl
It's 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
hole
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!

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...