Lời bài hát Bohemian Rhapsody (Remastered 2011) - IFJR9RLI
Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now i've gone
And thrown it all away
Mama
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time
Tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, i've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama
Anyway the wind blows
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch
Will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Figaro magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy
And nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy
From a poor family
Spare him his life
From this monstrosity
Easy come easy go
Will you let me go
Bismillah
No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah
We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah
We will not let you go
Let me go
Will not let you go
Let me go
Never let you go
Let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil
Put aside for me
For me for me
So you think you can stone me
And spit in my eye
So you think you can love me
And leave me to die
Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now i've gone
And thrown it all away
Mama
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time
Tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, i've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama
Anyway the wind blows
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch
Will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Figaro magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy
And nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy
From a poor family
Spare him his life
From this monstrosity
Easy come easy go
Will you let me go
Bismillah
No, we will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah
We will not let you go
Let him go
Bismillah
We will not let you go
Let me go
Will not let you go
Let me go
Never let you go
Let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil
Put aside for me
For me for me
So you think you can stone me
And spit in my eye
So you think you can love me
And leave me to die
Oh baby, can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
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