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

Hey! do you know what you
an asshole! an asshole!

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

Maybe you you're a lonely guy
you think you're 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 beautiful
drove you insane
Let's talk about leatherrrrrr
And so you a little sailor
Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton
Who had just blew in from
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the buns of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat
You were by the exciting new costume of ko-ko
Then on tuesday night, back in town
In a way you explain
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan
Which gave your back an strain
hell
But you came back on sunday for the gong
Next thursday, town's 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, you're an
right
You're an asshole, you're an

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

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...