Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (2011 Remaster)

Is this the real
Is just fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
your eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, go, little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't matter to me, to me
Mama, killed the man

Put a gun his head
Pulled my trigger, now dead
Mama, had just begun
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if really matters

Too late, my time has

shivers down my spine
Body's all the time
Goodbye - I've got to go
Gotta you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows)
I don't to die

I sometimes wish I'd never born at all
I see a little of a man

Scaramouch, will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very frightening me
Gallileo,

Gallileo,
Gallileo - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and loves me

just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from monstrosity
Easy come go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We not let you go - let me go
not let you go - let me go (never)
let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a put aside for me

for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and in my eye
So you you can love me and leave me to die

Oh - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh
Nothing matters
can see
Nothing really matters - nothing matters to me
Anyway the blows...