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

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

I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really to me, to me

Mama, just a man
Put a gun his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had begun
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't to make you cry
If I'm not again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing matters

Too late, my time has
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the
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 sometimes wish I'd never been at all

I see a little of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, fright'ning me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro,
I'm just a poor boy, loves me
He's just a poor boy from a family
Spare him his 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 mamma mia, mia) Mamma 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, baby, can't do to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, gotta get right outta here!

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

Any way the blows