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

 There are few who'd deny,  what I do I am the best
 For my talents are renowned far and 
 When it comes to surprises in the  night
 I excel  ever even trying
 With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike 
 I  seen grown men give out a shriek
 With the wave of my hand, and a  moan
  have swept the very bravest off their feet
 
 Yet year after  it's the same routine
 And  grow so weary of the sound of screams
 And I,  the Pumpkin King
  grown so tired of the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere  inside of these bones
 An  began to grow
 There's something out there, far from  home
 A longing that I've never 
 
 I'm a master of fright, and a  of light
  I'll scare you right out of your pants
 To a guy in Kentucky,  Mister Unlucky
 And I'm known throughout England and 
 
 And since I am dead, I can take off  head
 To  Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor man can  like I can
 With the  of my recitations
 
  who here would ever understand
 That the Pumpkin King with  skeleton grin
 Would tire of his crown, if they only 
 He'd give it all up if he only 
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in  bones
 That  out for something unknown
 The fame and praise come year after 
 Does nothing  these empty tears