Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the life?
Is this 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
A little high, low
the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, killed a man
Put a gun his head
Pulled my trigger, now dead
Mama, had just begun
But now gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time
Carry on, carry on, as if really matters

Too late, my time has
Sends shivers my spine
Body's aching all the
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 never born at all

I see a little of a man
Scaramouch, will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor
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 outta here

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

Anyway the blows