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