Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

Is this the life?
Is just fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
Open your
up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no
Because I'm easy come, go
A little high, low
the wind blows, doesn't really matter 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 I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing matters

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

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

But I'm just a poor boy and loves me
He's a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this
come 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
has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

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

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

Anyway the blows