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

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