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)
thornton (background vocals)
Davey (background vocals)

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

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

Maybe you think you're a guy
Maybe you you're too tough 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 from of his
Pancake
And yet he was a beautiful
drove you insane
Let's about leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a sailor
Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton
Who had just in from spain
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the reeking of angel
The story of a demented
And acted it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new 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 michael
pounds of samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an strain
hell
But you came back on sunday for the gong
thursday, teen town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
'cause you're an asshole, you're an
That's
You're an asshole, you're an
Yes, yes
an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, an asshole

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

You say you can't live with 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 yerself girl
lookin' at you
Don't yerself girl
winkin' at you
Don't fool girl
It's 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
fuck
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
Pud!

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...