Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is the real life?
Is just fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
Open your
up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no
Because I'm easy come, go
Little high, low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really 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 gone and thrown it all away
Mama,
Didn't mean to you cry
If I'm not back again this tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if really matters

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

I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the
and lightning - very very frightening me
Galileo,
Galileo,
figaro
(oh, oh, oh, oh!)
I'm just a poor boy, nobody me
He's a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this
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
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, gotta get right out of here

Ooo, ooo
Ooo

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

Any way the blows...