Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Live)

Is the real life?
Is just fantasy?
in a landslide
No escape from

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

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

Mama, just a man
Put a gun his head
my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just

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

on, carry on
As if really matters
Too late, my has come
Sends shivers my spine
Body's aching all the
everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all
And face the
Mama, oh, I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd never born at all

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

Galileo,
Galileo, figaro,
I'm just a poor boy and loves me
He's just a poor boy from a family
Spare him his 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
Will not let you go, let me go,
let you go, let me go

let me go, oh
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 in my eye
So you think you can me
And me to die
Oh baby, can't do to me baby
gotta get out
Just gotta get right here
Oh, oh yeah, oh
Nothing really
can see
Nothing matters
Nothing really to me
Anyway the blows