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)
lewis (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
moire (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 a while and you will see...
hearts are for assholes
Broken are for assholes
Are you an
Broken hearts are for
Are you an too?
Whatcha do, 'cause you're an asshole...

Maybe you you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think too tough to cry
So you to the grape,
Just to 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
make-up
And yet he was a lady
drove you insane
Let's about leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you a little sailor
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just blew in from
Sir richard
You the reeking buns of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the new costume of ko-ko
on tuesday night, ceasar's back in town
In a way you can't
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team match
kona.
And so you worked the wall with
Three-hundred-seventy-nine of samoan dynamite
gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic
But you back on sunday for the gong show
Next thursday, teen finest...
But you forgot I was sayin'
'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, you're an

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...