Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real
Is this fantasy?
in a landslide
No escape reality
Open your
Look up to the and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no
Because I'm easy come, go
A high, little low
the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, killed a man
Put a gun against his
my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to you cry
If I'm not back again this time
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really

Too late, my time has
Sends shivers down my
Body's all the time
Goodbye I've got to go
Gotta leave you all and face the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd been born at all

I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo - magnifico

But I'm a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a family
Spare him his from 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 you go let me go
let me go ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, 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 can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right here

Ooh yeah, ooh
Nothing really
can see
Nothing really matters nothing really to me

Anyway the wind