Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

Is this the real
Is just fantasy?
in a landslide
No escape reality
Open eyes
up to the skies and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, go
A high, little low
the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

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

Too late, my time has
shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the
Goodbye everybody got to go
leave you all behind 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 will you do the
Thunderbolt and lightning very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Figaro - magnifico

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 easy 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 mama mia, mama mia, mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put for me
For me
For me

So you you can stop me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby can't do to me baby
Just get out just gotta get right outta here

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

Anyway the wind