Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is the real life?
Is this fantasy?
in a landslide
No from reality
your eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, low
the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me
To me

Mama, killed a man
Put a gun against his
Pulled my trigger, now he's
Mama, life had just
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama,
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not back again time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing matters

Too late, my time has
Sends down my spine
Body's all the time
everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all and face the truth
Mama, (Any way the wind blows)
I don't die
I sometimes I'd never been born at all

I see a little of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very me
Galileo,
Galileo,
Galileo
(oh, oh, oh, oh!)
I'm a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this
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
Will not let you go - let me go - (Never, never, never, never, let me go!)
not let you go - let me go, oh, oh, oh, oh -
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh, Mia, Mama Mia, Mama 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 to me baby
Just gotta get out, just get right out of here

Ooo, ooo
Ooo

really matters,
can see,
Nothing really matters, nothing matters to me,

Any way the blows...