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

 There are few who'd deny, at what I do I  the best
 For my talents are renowned far  wide
 When  comes to surprises in the moonlit night
 I  without ever even trying
 With the slightest little effort  my ghostlike charms
 I  seen grown men give out a shriek
 With the wave of my hand, and a  moan
  have swept the very bravest off their feet
 
 Yet year after year, it's the  routine
 And I grow so weary of the sound of 
 And I, Jack, the Pumpkin 
 Have grown so tired of the  old thing
 
  somewhere deep inside of these bones
 An  began to grow
  something out there, far from my home
 A longing that I've  known
 
  a master of fright, and a demon of light
 And I'll scare  right out of your pants
 To a  in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
 And I'm known throughout England and 
 
 And since I  dead, I can take off my head
 To recite  quotations
 No animal nor man can scream like I 
 With the fury  my recitations
 
 But who  would ever understand
 That the Pumpkin King with  skeleton grin
 Would tire of his crown, if  only understood
 He'd give it all  if he only could
 
 Oh,  an empty place in my bones
 That calls out for something 
  fame and praise come year after year
 Does  for these empty tears