Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (2011 Remaster)

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

Put a gun his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's
Mama, had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all
Mama, ooo
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not again this time tomorrow
Carry on, on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has

Sends shivers down my
Body's aching all the
everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows)
I don't to die

I wish I'd never been born at all
I see a silhouetto of a man

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

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

He's just a poor boy from a poor
Spare him his life this monstrosity
Easy easy 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, mama mia, mia let me go
has a devil put aside for me

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

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