Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (2011 Remaster)

Is the real life?
Is this fantasy?
Caught in a
No escape reality
Open eyes
up to the skies and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Anyway the blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, killed the man

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

Too late, my time has

Sends down my spine
aching all the time
Goodbye - I've got to go
Gotta you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the blows)
I want to die

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

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

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

just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his from this monstrosity
come 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 mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put 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 get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh
Nothing matters
can see
Nothing really matters - really matters to me
the wind blows...