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)
bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy (background vocals)
lewis (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
Davey (background vocals)

Hey! do you know you are?
an asshole! an asshole!

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

you think 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 I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers sticking out underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
Nearly you insane
Let's talk leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a sailor
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just blew in from
Sir pump-a-loaf
You the reeking buns of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine loaf
You dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko
Then on tuesday night, ceasar's back in
In a way you can't
off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the wall michael
pounds of samoan dynamite
Which gave back an awful strain
hell
But you came back on for the gong show
Next thursday, teen finest...
But you forgot I was sayin'
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 been to the grape 'n' you to the chest
'n' now I think you know you are: you're an asshole

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...