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

 There  few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
 For my talents are renowned far  wide
 When it comes to surprises  the moonlit night
 I excel  ever even trying
 With  slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give  a shriek
 With  wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
 I have swept the very bravest off their 
 
 Yet year after year, it's  same routine
 And I grow so weary of the  of screams
 And I, Jack,  Pumpkin King
 Have grown so tired of the same old 
 
 Oh, somewhere deep inside  these bones
 An emptiness began to 
 There's something out there, far  my home
 A  that I've never known
 
 I'm a master of fright, and  demon of light
 And I'll  you right out of your pants
 To a guy  Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
 And I'm known throughout England and 
 
 And since I am dead, I can  off my head
  recite Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor man  scream like I can
  the fury of my recitations
 
 But who  would ever understand
 That the Pumpkin King with  skeleton grin
 Would tire of his crown,  they only understood
 He'd give it all  if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place  my bones
 That calls out for  unknown
 The fame and praise come  after year
 Does  for these empty tears