Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the life?
Is this fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
Open your
Look up to the and see
I'm just a poor boy, I no sympathy
I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, low
Anyway the wind blows, really matter to me, to me

Mama, just a man
Put a gun against his
Pulled my trigger, now dead
Mama, had just begun
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not again this time tomorrow
on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has
Sends shivers my spine
aching all the time
Goodbye everybody 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 little of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the fandango
and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro -

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life this monstrosity
Easy come easy go 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, mama mia, mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put for me
For me
For me

So you you can stop me and spit in my eye
So you you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta

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

Anyway the wind