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

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

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

Mama, killed a man,
Put a gun his head,
Pulled my trigger, now 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 this 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 I'd never 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 just a poor boy, loves me.
just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life 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 devil put for me, for me, for me.

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

(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

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

Any way the blows.