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

Is the real life?
Is this fantasy?
in a landslide,
No escape reality.

Open eyes,
up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I no sympathy,
Because I'm come, easy go,
Little high, low,
Any way the wind blows really matter to me, to me.

Mama, killed a man,
Put a gun his head,
my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, had just begun,
But now I've gone and it all away.

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

Too late, my has come,
shivers down my spine,
Body's all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, got to go,
Gotta leave you all and face 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, you do the Fandango?
and lightning,
Very, very me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o.

I'm just a poor boy, nobody me.
He's a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from 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, mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.)
has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

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

(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

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

Any way the blows.