Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are for Assholes

Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Tommy (keyboards, vocals)
wolf (keyboards)
Patrick (bass, vocals)
bozzio (drums, vocals)
Ed (percussion, vocals)
murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
Randy (background vocals)
moire (background vocals)

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

Some of you not agree
'cause you likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you see...
Broken are for assholes
Broken are for assholes
Are you an
Broken hearts are for
Are you an asshole
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,
to give it a try
And
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers sticking out from of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
Nearly you insane
Let's talk leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just blew in from
Sir pump-a-loaf
You sniffed the buns of angel
The story of a demented
And acted like it was
Cucumber pud to a fine whole-wheat 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 no-holds-barred tag team match
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of samoan
gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic
But you came back on sunday for the gong
Next thursday, town's finest...
But you forgot what I was
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
That's
an asshole, you're an asshole

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

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

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...