Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
belew (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 what you are?
an asshole! an asshole!

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

Maybe you you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think you're too 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 sticking out underneath of his
Pancake
And yet he was a beautiful
drove you insane
Let's talk about leather:
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 like it was cocaine
pud annexed 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 no-holds-barred tag team grudge
kona.
And so you worked the wall michael
pounds of samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an strain
hell
But you came on sunday for the gong show
Next thursday, town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
you're an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, an asshole
That's
an asshole, you're 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 with what you through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool girl
lookin' at you
Don't fool yerself
winkin' at you
Don't fool girl
blinkin' 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 poop
Fist
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Pud!

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...