Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
belew (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards, vocals)
wolf (keyboards)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
Terry (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 might not
you probably likes 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 asshole
Whatcha do, 'cause you're 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
Pancake
And yet he was a lady
Nearly you insane
Let's about leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a sailor
Tex abel, starring in the latest production:
Who had just blew in from
Sir richard
You sniffed the buns of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was
Cucumber pud to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of
Then on tuesday night, ceasar's back in
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 an awful strain
Volcanic
But you back on sunday for the gong show
thursday, teen town's finest...
But you forgot I was sayin'
'cause you're an asshole, an asshole
That's
an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
right
You're an asshole, an asshole

Now you been to the grape 'n' you to the chest
'n' now I you know 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 pretend you got one on the bottom of you,
But fool yerself girl
lookin' at you
Don't yerself girl
It's at you
fool yerself 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 poop
fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Wrist-watch;
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Pud!

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...