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)
Terry (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
Napoleon murphy (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
thornton (background vocals)
Davey (background vocals)

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

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

Maybe you 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 beautiful
drove you insane
Let's talk about leather:
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton
Who had blew in from spain
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the reeking buns of
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted like it was
Cucumber pud annexed to a whole-wheat loaf
You dazzled by the exciting 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 grudge
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
pounds of samoan dynamite
Which gave your back an awful
Volcanic
But you back on sunday for the gong show
Next thursday, town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
'cause an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, an asshole
Yes, yes
an asshole, you're 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 what you are: an asshole

You say you can't live with you been through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you,
But don't fool girl
lookin' at you
Don't fool girl
It's at you
Don't yerself girl
blinkin' 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 chute
Fist
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
crisco
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
Pud!

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...