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

Maybe you you're a lonely guy
you think 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
make-up
And yet he was a lady
Nearly you insane
Let's talk about leatherrrrrr
And so you a little sailor
Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton
Who had blew in from spain
Sir richard
You the reeking buns of angel
The story of a bread-boffer
And like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new of ko-ko
on tuesday night, ceasar's back in town
In a way you explain
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge
kona.
And so you the wall with michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of dynamite
Which gave your an awful strain
Volcanic
But you came back on for the gong show
Next thursday, teen finest...
But you forgot what I was
you're an asshole, you're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, an asshole
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, you're an
That's
You're an asshole, you're an

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

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

Aw, I you'd be surprised...