Openyour 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, 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.
Thisis the Friday show, the first of the two legendary nights at Wembley.Queen "Live at Wembley Stadium": July 11, 1986.(*Ripped and uploaded by Fabio Tosti)
Queen's epic rock song "Bohemian Rhapsody" began life sometime in the late 60s, when Freddie Mercury was a student at Ealing Art College, starting out as a few ideas for a song scribbled on
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LirikBohemian Rhapsody 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,
Openyour eyes G7 C Look up to the skies and see Am D7 I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy G# G F# G Because I'm easy come, easy go, G# G F# G little high, little low, C G/B Bbdim7 D7/A Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, G To me [Verse]
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