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 a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't matter to me, to me.

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

Mama, ooh,
Didn't to make you cry,
If I'm not back this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if really matters.

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

Mama, ooh (any way the blows),
I wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been at all.

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

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

(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

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

Any way the blows.