Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the life?
Is this just
in a landslide
No escape reality
Open your
up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no
I'm easy 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 against his
Pulled my trigger, now he's
Mama, had just begun
But now gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not back again time tomorrow
Carry on, on, as if nothing 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 the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I don't 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
just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life this monstrosity
come 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 mia, mama 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 think you can me and leave me to die
Oh baby can't do this to me
Just gotta get out gotta get right outta here

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

Anyway the blows