QUEEN "MAMA"

Fantastic Art In Music ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! “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 Im just a poor boy, i need no sympathy Because Im easy come, easy go, A little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me, To me Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now hes dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now Ive gone and thrown it all away Mama ooo, Didnt mean to make you cry If Im 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 Bodys aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I dont want to die, I so