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

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