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)
murphy brock (background vocals)
Andre (background vocals)
thornton (background vocals)
Davey (background vocals)

Hey! do you what 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...
hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for
Are you an
Broken hearts are for
Are you an too?
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause an asshole...

Maybe you you're a lonely guy
Maybe you you're too tough to cry
So you to the grape,
to give it a try
And
a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One two four!
The whiskers out from underneath of his
Pancake
And yet he was a lady
Nearly you insane
Let's about leather: leatherrrrrr
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, starring in the shepperton production:
Who had just blew in spain
Sir richard
You sniffed the buns of angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And acted it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new of ko-ko
Then on night, ceasar's back in town
In a way you explain
off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match
kona.
And so you worked the with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of dynamite
gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic
But you came back on sunday for the show
Next thursday, town's finest...
But you what I was sayin'
'cause you're an asshole, an asshole
That's
an asshole, you're an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
right
You're an asshole, an asshole

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

You say you can't with what you been through
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 yerself
winkin' 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
Fist
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 fool yerself,
It's goin' up yer poop chute
Don't yerself, girl
It's goin' up yer poop chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew be surprised...