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

 There are few who'd deny, at what I  I am the best
 For my talents are renowned far  wide
  it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
 I  without ever even trying
 With the  little effort of my ghostlike charms
 I have seen  men give out a shriek
 With the wave of my hand,  a well-placed moan
 I have swept the very bravest  their feet
 
 Yet year after year, it's the  routine
 And  grow so weary of the sound of screams
  I, Jack, the Pumpkin King
 Have grown so tired of the  old thing
 
  somewhere deep inside of these bones
 An emptiness began  grow
 There's something out there, far from  home
 A longing that  never known
 
 I'm a master  fright, and a demon of light
 And I'll scare you right out  your pants
 To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister 
 And I'm known throughout  and France
 
 And since I am  I can take off my head
 To recite Shakespearean 
 No animal  man can scream like I can
 With the fury of my 
 
 But who here would ever 
 That the Pumpkin King with the  grin
 Would tire of  crown, if they only understood
  give it all up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in my 
 That calls out  something unknown
  fame and praise come year after year
  nothing for these empty tears