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

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

Some of you not agree
you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a and you will see...
hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for
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
you think you're 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 out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
drove you insane
Let's talk about leather:
And so you kissed a little
Tex abel, starring in the latest shepperton
Who had just blew in from
Sir pump-a-loaf
You the reeking buns of angel
The story of a bread-boffer
And like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine loaf
You were dazzled by the new costume of ko-ko
Then on 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 pounds of samoan
gave your back an awful strain
Volcanic
But you back on sunday for the gong show
thursday, teen 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
You're an asshole, an asshole

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

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

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

Aw, I knew be surprised...