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

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

Open eyes,
up to the skies and see,
I'm a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm come, easy go,
Little high, low,
Any way the wind blows really 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 I've gone and it all away.

Mama, ooh,
Didn't mean to you cry,
If I'm not again this time tomorrow,
on, carry 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 wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd been born at all.

I see a silhouetto 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 just a poor boy, loves me.
He's just a poor boy from a family,
Spare him his from this monstrosity.

come, easy 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 me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to
Oh, baby, can't do 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.