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

  are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
 For  talents are renowned far and wide
 When it comes to surprises in the  night
 I excel  ever even trying
 With  slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give out  shriek
 With the  of my hand, and a well-placed moan
 I have swept the very bravest  their feet
 
 Yet year after year,  the same routine
 And  grow so weary of the sound of screams
 And I,  the Pumpkin King
 Have grown so  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  never known
 
 I'm a master of fright, and a demon  light
 And I'll  you right out of your pants
 To a guy in Kentucky,  Mister Unlucky
 And I'm known throughout England  France
 
 And since I am  I can take off my head
  recite Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor man  scream like I can
 With the fury of  recitations
 
 But who here  ever understand
 That  Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
 Would tire of his crown, if they only 
 He'd give it all up if he  could
 
 Oh, there's an  place in my bones
  calls out for something unknown
 The fame and praise come  after year
 Does nothing for these  tears