Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian (rhythm guitar, vocals)
mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter (keyboards)
o'hearn (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
'cause you probably a lot of misery
But a while and you will see...
Broken hearts are for
Broken are for assholes
Are you an
Broken hearts are for
Are you an asshole
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause an asshole...

Maybe you think you're a 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 out from underneath of his
Pancake
And yet he was a lady
Nearly drove you
Let's talk leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, in the latest shepperton production:
Who had just blew in spain
Sir richard
You the reeking buns of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was
pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf
You dazzled by the exciting new costume of ko-ko
Then on tuesday night, back in town
In a way you can't
Facing off in a tag team grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the wall with
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of dynamite
Which your back an awful strain
hell
But you came back on sunday for the gong
thursday, teen town's finest...
But you what I was sayin'
'cause an asshole, you're an asshole
right
You're an asshole, you're an
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
That's
You're an asshole, you're an

Now you been to the grape 'n' you been to the
'n' now I think you know what you you're an asshole

You say you can't live with what you been
Well, you can be an asshole too
You might you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But fool yerself girl
It's at you
Don't fool 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 chute
Corn
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Wrist-watch;
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Pud!

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...