Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Live)

Is the real life?
Is this just
in a landslide
No from reality

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

Because I'm come, easy go
A high, little low
the wind blows
Doesn't really 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 I've and thrown it all away
Mama, oh
Didn't mean to you cry
If I'm not back again this time

Carry on, on
As if nothing really
Too late, my has come
Sends shivers down my
aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, got to go

leave you all behind
And face the
Mama, oh, I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd been born at all

I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the
and lightning, very, very frightening me
Galileo,

Galileo,
Galileo, figaro,
I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
He's just a boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from 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 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, do this to me baby
Just get out
gotta get right outta here
Oh, oh yeah, oh
Nothing matters
can see
Nothing really
Nothing really to me
Anyway the blows