Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

Is the real life?
Is just fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
Open your
Look up to the and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, go
A high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't matter to me, to me

Mama, just a man
Put a gun against his
Pulled my trigger, now he's
Mama, life had begun
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time
on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my has come
Sends shivers down my
Body's aching all the
Goodbye I've got to go
Gotta leave you all and face the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I don't to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all

I see a silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro -

But I'm a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a family
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)
let you go let me go
let me go ooo
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 think you can me and spit in my eye
So you think you can me and leave me to die
Oh baby do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just gotta get outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh
really matters
can see
Nothing matters nothing really matters to me

Anyway the blows