Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Reprise)

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

Mama, just a man
Put a gun against his
my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just
But now I've gone and thrown it all
Mama, ooo
mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if really matters

Too late, my has come
shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the
everybody I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the
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, will you do the fandango
and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody me
He's just a poor boy from a family
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 mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put for me
For me
For me

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

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

Anyway the blows