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

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