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)
Napoleon 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
'cause you probably likes a lot of
But a while and you will see...
hearts are for assholes
Broken are for assholes
Are you an
Broken hearts are for
Are you an asshole
gonna do, 'cause you're 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 ugliest sonofabitch I saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
Nearly you insane
Let's about leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, in the latest shepperton production:
Who had just blew in from
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the reeking of angel
The of a demented 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 night, ceasar's back in town
In a way you explain
off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of dynamite
Which your back an awful strain
hell
But you came on sunday for the gong show
thursday, teen town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
'cause you're an asshole, an asshole
That's
an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, an asshole
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 are: you're an

You say you can't live what you been through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you ain't got one on the of you,
But don't fool yerself
It's at you
Don't fool yerself
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 chute
Corn
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
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 fool yerself,
It's right up yer poop chute
Don't fool yerself,
It's goin' up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I you'd be surprised...