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

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