Luyện nghe bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (The Voice France 2017)

Is this the life?
Is just fantasy?
in a landslide,
No from reality.

Open eyes,
up to the skies and see,
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, go,
Little high, low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't matter to me, to me.

Mama, just a man,
Put a gun his head,
Pulled my trigger, now dead.
Mama, had just begun,
But now gone and thrown it all away.

Mama, ooh,
Didn't to make you cry,
If I'm not back again time tomorrow,
Carry on, on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my has come,
Sends shivers my spine,
aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and the truth.

Mama, ooh (any way the blows),
I don't die,
I sometimes wish I'd never born at all.

I see a little of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the
and lightning,
Very, frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o.

I'm a poor boy, nobody loves me.
just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his from this monstrosity.

Easy come, 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 (Never, never, never, let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mama mia, mia (Mama mia, let me go.)
Beelzebub has a put aside for me, for me, for me.

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

(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

really matters,
can see,
Nothing matters,
really matters to me.

Any way the blows.