Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Queen - Bohemian 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, Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's ..
2004. 4. 21.