Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real
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
Because I'm easy come, go
A high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really to me, to me

Mama, killed a man
Put a gun against his
my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, had just begun
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, on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has
Sends down my spine
Body's aching all the
Goodbye everybody got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I want to die
I wish I'd never been born 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,
Gallileo - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and loves me
just a poor boy from 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 think you can stone me and in my eye
So you think you can love me and 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 nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind