QUEEN - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

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QUEEN - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

QUEEN - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Gap-fill exercise

Fill in all the gaps, then press "Check" to check your answers. Use the "Hint" button to get a free letter if an answer is giving you trouble. You can also click on the "[?]" button to get a clue. Note that you will lose points if you ask for hints or clues!
   as      aside      born      cry      landslide      outta      shivers      skies      Spare      thrown      trigger      truth      wind   
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the 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 blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my , now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and it all away
Mama, oh oh
Didn't mean to make you
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the
Mama, oh oh (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been 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
I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
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, never let you go) let me go (never let me go)
Oh oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put for me for me for me
So you think you can stop 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 here
Oh oh oh yeah, oh oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows

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