🎵 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  renowned far and wide
 When it comes to surprises in  moonlit night
 I excel  ever even trying
 With the slightest  effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have  grown men give out a shriek
 With the wave of my hand, and a  moan
 I have swept the  bravest off their feet
 
 Yet year after year,  the same routine
 And  grow so weary of the sound of screams
 And I, Jack, the Pumpkin 
 Have grown so  of the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep inside of these 
  emptiness began to grow
 There's something out there, far from  home
 A longing that I've never 
 
 I'm a master  fright, and a demon of light
 And I'll scare you right out  your pants
 To a guy in Kentucky, I'm  Unlucky
  I'm known throughout England and France
 
 And since I am  I can take off my head
  recite Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor  can scream like I can
 With  fury of my recitations
 
 But who here would ever 
 That the Pumpkin King with the  grin
 Would tire of his crown, if  only understood
 He'd give it all  if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty  in my bones
  calls out for something unknown
 The fame  praise come year after year
 Does nothing for these  tears