🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Jack's Lament - The All American Rejects

 There are few who'd deny, at what I  I am the best
 For  talents are renowned far and wide
 When it comes to surprises in  moonlit night
  excel without ever even trying
 With the  little effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give out a 
 With  wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
 I have swept the very  off their feet
 
  year after year, it's the same routine
 And I grow so weary of the sound of 
  I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
  grown so tired of the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep  of these bones
 An emptiness  to grow
 There's something  there, far from my home
 A longing that I've never 
 
 I'm a master of  and a demon of light
 And I'll  you right out of your pants
 To a guy  Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
 And  known throughout England and France
 
 And since  am dead, I can take off my head
  recite Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor man  scream like I can
 With the fury  my recitations
 
  who here would ever understand
 That the Pumpkin King with  skeleton grin
 Would tire  his crown, if they only understood
 He'd give it  up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in  bones
 That calls out for  unknown
 The fame and praise come year  year
 Does nothing for these  tears