Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

Is this the real
Is this fantasy?
Caught in a
No from reality
your eyes
Look up to the and see
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, go
A little high, 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 just
But now I've and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't to make you cry
If I'm not back this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing matters

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

I see a silhouetto 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
He's just a poor boy from a poor
Spare him his life from 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 mama mia, mama mia, mia let me go
Beelzebub has a put aside for me
For me
For me

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

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

Anyway the blows