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

 There  few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
  my talents are renowned far and wide
 When it comes to surprises in the  night
 I excel without ever  trying
  the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give  a shriek
 With  wave of my hand, and a well-placed moan
 I have swept the  bravest off their feet
 
 Yet year after year, it's the same 
 And I grow so  of the sound of screams
 And I, Jack, the  King
 Have grown so tired  the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep  of these bones
  emptiness began to grow
 There's something out  far from my home
 A longing that  never known
 
 I'm a master of fright, and a  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
 
  since I am dead, I can take off my head
 To  Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor man can scream like  can
 With the fury of  recitations
 
 But who here would ever 
 That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton 
 Would tire of his crown, if  only understood
 He'd give  all up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place  my bones
 That calls out for something 
 The fame and praise come year  year
 Does  for these empty tears