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

 There are few who'd deny, at what I do  am the best
  my talents are renowned far and wide
 When it comes to surprises in  moonlit night
  excel without ever even trying
 With the slightest little effort  my ghostlike charms
 I have seen grown men give  a shriek
 With the wave of my hand, and a well-placed 
 I have swept the very bravest off  feet
 
 Yet year after year, it's  same routine
 And I grow so  of the sound of screams
 And I,  the Pumpkin King
 Have grown so tired  the same old thing
 
 Oh, somewhere  inside of these bones
 An emptiness  to 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  scare you right out of your pants
 To a  in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
 And I'm known throughout England and 
 
 And since I am dead, I can take off  head
 To recite  quotations
 No animal nor man can scream like  can
 With the  of my recitations
 
 But who here  ever understand
 That the  King with the skeleton grin
 Would tire of his crown, if they only 
 He'd give it all up if he  could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in my 
 That calls  for something unknown
 The fame and  come year after year
 Does  for these empty tears