Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

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

Mama, just a man
Put a gun his head
my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had begun
But now gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not back 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
everybody I've 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 silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch 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
just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life this 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, mia, mama mia let me go
has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

So you you can stone 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 get right outta here

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

Anyway the wind