Bohemian Rhapsody sing and play along

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, little high, little low,

any way 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, ev'rybod life had just begun,

but ta now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Mama ooh, 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 a shivers down my spine,

body's aching all the time.

Goodbye, ev'rybody I've got to go,

gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh, didn't I don't want to die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at morrow,

carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.

(Gallileo.) Gal le (Gallileo.)

Gal

le Magnifico.

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 him go.

(Let him go!)

Bismillah! We will not let you go.

(Let me go.)

Will not let you go.

(Let me go.)

Will not let you go.

(Let me go.)

Ah. No, no, no, no, no,

no, no.

(Oh, mama mia, mama mia.)

Ma mi me 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.

Any way the wind blows.