🎵 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  talents are renowned far and wide
  it comes to surprises in the moonlit night
 I excel without ever even 
 With the slightest  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  the very bravest off their feet
 
 Yet year  year, it's the same routine
 And I grow so weary of  sound of screams
 And I,  the Pumpkin King
 Have grown so  of the same old thing
 
 Oh,  deep inside of these bones
 An emptiness began  grow
  something out there, far from my home
  longing that I've never known
 
 I'm  master of fright, and a demon of light
 And I'll scare you right out of  pants
 To a guy in Kentucky, I'm  Unlucky
  I'm known throughout England and France
 
  since I am dead, I can take off my head
  recite Shakespearean quotations
 No animal nor  can scream like I can
 With the  of my recitations
 
 But who here would  understand
  the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin
  tire of his crown, if they only understood
 He'd give  all up if he only could
 
 Oh, there's an empty place in my 
 That calls  for something unknown
 The fame and praise come year after 
 Does nothing for these empty