Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

Is this the real
Is this fantasy?
in a landslide
No from reality
your eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm just a 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 his head
my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, had just begun
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if really matters

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

I see a little of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo - magnifico

But I'm a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his from this monstrosity
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 mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me

So you think you can stop me and in my eye
So you think you can love me and me to die
Oh baby do this to me baby
Just gotta get out just get right outta here

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

Anyway the blows