Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

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

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

Too late, my has come
Sends down my spine
Body's all the time
Goodbye everybody got to go
leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I don't to die
I wish I'd never been born at all

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

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
He's just a poor boy a poor family
Spare him his life from 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 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 think you can me and leave me to die
Oh baby can't do to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get right here

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

the wind blows