Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

Is the real life?
Is this just
in a landslide
No from reality
Open eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
I'm easy come, easy go
A high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, really matter to me, to me

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

Too late, my time has
Sends shivers down my
Body's all the time
everybody I've got to go
Gotta you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo (anyway the blows)
I want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all

I see a little of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the
Thunderbolt and lightning very very me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life 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 ooo
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 think you can me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby can't do this to me
Just gotta get out just gotta get right here

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

the wind blows