🎵 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  in the moonlit night
 I excel without ever even 
 With the slightest  effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give out  shriek
 With the wave  my hand, and a well-placed moan
 I have swept  very bravest off their feet
 
 Yet year  year, it's the same routine
  I grow so weary of the sound of screams
  I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
 Have grown  tired of the same old thing
 
 Oh,  deep inside of these bones
 An emptiness began  grow
 There's something out there, far from my 
 A longing that I've  known
 
 I'm a master of fright, and a demon  light
 And I'll scare you right out of your 
 To a guy in Kentucky,  Mister Unlucky
 And I'm known throughout England  France
 
 And since I am  I can take off my head
 To recite  quotations
 No animal nor man  scream like I can
 With the fury  my recitations
 
 But who here would  understand
 That the Pumpkin  with the skeleton grin
 Would  of his crown, if they only understood
 He'd give it  up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an  place in my bones
 That calls out  something unknown
 The fame and praise  year after year
 Does nothing for these empty