Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real
Is just fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
your eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no
I'm easy come, easy 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, life had just
But now gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to you cry
If I'm not again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if really matters

Too late, my has come
shivers down my spine
Body's all the time
Goodbye I've 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
and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro -

But I'm just a boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy a poor family
Spare him his life 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
Beelzebub has a devil put for me
For me
For me

So you you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can me and leave me to die
Oh can't do this to me baby
Just get out just gotta get right outta here

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

Anyway the blows