Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is the real life?
Is this fantasy?
in a landslide
No escape from
your eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm just a poor boy, I no sympathy
I'm easy come, easy go
A high, little low
Anyway the blows, doesn't really matter 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 I've gone and it all away
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not again this time tomorrow
Carry on, on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my has come
Sends shivers down my
aching all the time
Goodbye everybody got to go
leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all

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

But I'm a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a family
Spare him his life from monstrosity
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
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 think you can love me and 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