Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Hearts Are For Assholes (Live At The Palladium, NYC / 10-28-77 / Show 1)

Hey! Do you what you are?
an asshole! An ASSHOLE!

Some of you might not
'Cause you likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you see...
Broken hearts are for
Broken hearts are for
Are you an
Broken hearts are for
Are you an asshole
Whatcha gonna do, you're an asshole...

Maybe you you're a lonely guy
Maybe you think too tough to cry
So you to The Grape,
Just to it a try
And
Without a doubt, the ugliest I ever saw in my life
Was his name...
One Two Four!
The sticking out from underneath of his
make-up
And yet he was a lady
drove you insane
Let's talk about LEATHERRRRRR
And so you a little sailor
Tex Abel, in the latest Shepperton Production:
Who had just blew in Spain
Sir Pump-A-Loaf
You sniffed the buns of Angel
The of a demented bread-boffer
And like it was cocaine
Cucumber pud annexed to a whole-wheat loaf
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of
Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's in town
In a way you can't
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag grudge match
Kona.
And so you worked the with Michael
Three-hundred-seventy-nine of Samoan dynamite
Which gave your an awful strain
Volcanic
But you came back on Sunday for the gong
Next Thursday, town's finest...
But you forgot I was sayin'
you're an asshole, You're an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, you're an
Yes, yes
You're an asshole, an asshole
That's
You're an asshole, an asshole

Now you been to The 'n' you been to The Chest
'N' now I think you what you are: you're an asshole

You say you can't live what you been through
Well, you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you ain't got one on the of you,
But don't yerself girl
It's at you
Don't fool yerself
winkin' at you
Don't yerself girl
blinkin' at you
why I say
I'm ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer chute
hole
Ram it, ram it, ram it
Ram it up yer poop
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
It's goin' right up yer chute
fool yerself, girl
It's goin' right up yer chute
(etc., repeats)

Aw, I knew be surprised...