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

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

Open eyes,
up to the skies and see,
I'm just a boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm come, easy go,
Little high, low,
Any way the wind doesn't 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 and thrown it all away.

Mama, ooh,
mean 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,
leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (any way the blows),
I don't die,
I sometimes wish I'd been born at all.

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

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

Easy come, easy go, 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.)
has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

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

(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

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

Any way the blows.