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

  are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
 For my talents are renowned far and 
 When it comes to surprises in the moonlit 
 I  without ever even trying
 With the slightest little effort  my ghostlike charms
 I  seen grown 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  it's the same routine
 And I grow so weary of the sound  screams
 And I, Jack, the  King
 Have grown so tired of the same  thing
 
 Oh, somewhere deep inside  these bones
 An emptiness began to 
 There's something out there,  from my home
 A longing that  never known
 
  a master of fright, and a demon of light
 And I'll scare you right out of  pants
 To a guy in Kentucky,  Mister Unlucky
 And I'm  throughout England and France
 
 And since I am dead, I can  off my head
 To recite  quotations
 No animal  man can scream like I can
 With the fury  my recitations
 
 But who here would ever 
 That the Pumpkin King  the skeleton grin
 Would  of his crown, if they only understood
 He'd give it  up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in  bones
 That calls out for  unknown
 The fame and praise  year after year
 Does nothing for these empty