🎵 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 talents  renowned far and wide
  it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
 I excel without ever  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 well-placed 
 I have swept the very bravest off  feet
 
 Yet year after year,  the same routine
 And I grow so weary of the sound of 
 And I, Jack, the Pumpkin 
 Have grown so tired of the same  thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep inside of these 
  emptiness began to grow
 There's something out there, far from my 
 A longing that I've never 
 
 I'm a master of fright,  a demon of light
 And I'll scare you right out of your 
 To a guy in Kentucky, I'm  Unlucky
  I'm known throughout England and France
 
 And since I am dead,  can take off my head
  recite Shakespearean quotations
 No  nor man can scream like I can
 With  fury of my recitations
 
  who here would ever understand
 That  Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
 Would tire of his crown, if  only understood
 He'd give it all up if he  could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in  bones
 That  out for something unknown
 The fame and praise come year  year
 Does nothing for these  tears