🎵 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  renowned far and wide
 When it  to surprises in the moonlit night
 I excel without ever  trying
 With the slightest little  of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give  a shriek
 With the  of my hand, and a well-placed moan
 I  swept the very bravest off their feet
 
 Yet  after year, it's the same routine
 And I grow so weary of the  of screams
 And  Jack, the Pumpkin King
  grown so tired of the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep inside of these 
 An  began to grow
 There's something out there, far from  home
  longing that I've never known
 
 I'm  master of fright, and a demon of light
 And  scare you right out of your pants
  a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
 And  known throughout England and France
 
  since I am dead, I can take off my head
 To recite Shakespearean 
 No animal nor man can scream like  can
 With  fury of my recitations
 
 But who  would ever understand
 That the Pumpkin King with the  grin
 Would tire of his crown, if they  understood
  give it all up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place  my bones
 That calls  for something unknown
 The fame and praise come  after year
 Does nothing for these empty