Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (America's Got Talent Performance)

Is the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no from reality
your eyes, look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no
Because I'm easy come, easy go, high, little low
Any way the wind blows really matter to me, to me

Mama, killed a man
Put a gun against his head, my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just
But now I've gone and thrown it all
Mama, ooh, 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
Sends shivers down my spine, aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, got to go
leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh (any way the blows)
I don't to die
I wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the
and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro,
I'm just a boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor
him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, 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, never, (will not let you go)
Let me go (oh, oh, oh)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can 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!

really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really
really matters to me

Any way the wind