Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Live)

Is the real life?
Is this fantasy?
Caught in a
No escape reality

Open your
Look up to the and see
I'm a poor boy
I no sympathy,

Because I'm easy come, go
A little high, low
the wind blows
Doesn't matter to me, to me

Mama, killed a man
Put a gun against his
Pulled my trigger, now dead
Mama, life had begun

But now gone and thrown it all away
Mama, oh
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not back again this tomorrow

Carry on, on
As if nothing really
Too late, my has come
Sends down my spine
Body's all the time
Goodbye everybody, got to go

Gotta you all behind
And the truth
Mama, oh, I don't to die
I sometimes I'd never been born at all

I see a little of a man
Scaramouche, will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very me
Galileo,

Galileo,
Galileo, figaro,
I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
He's just a boy from a poor family
him his life from 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, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put for me

For me
For me
So you
You can me and spit in my eye
So you think you can me
And me to die
Oh baby, do this to me baby
Just get out
Just get right outta here
Oh, oh yeah, oh
Nothing matters
can see
Nothing really
Nothing really to me
the wind blows