Bohemian Rhapsody


Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:

Gtr 1
Overdriven Guitar
Piano (RH)
Acoustic Grand Piano
Piano (LH)
Acoustic Grand Piano
Gtr 2
Electric Guitar (muted]
Gtr 3
Overdriven Guitar
Gtr 4
Electric Guitar (muted]
Gtr 5
Electric Guitar (muted]
Bass
Electric Bass (finger]
Voice
Piccolo
Choir
Piccolo
Percussions
Drums
Piano (RH) [Print]
Acoustic Grand Piano
Piano (LH) (Print)
Acoustic Grand Piano

Текст

Is this the real life? Is this just fan-ta-sy? Caught in a land-slide No es-cape from re-a-li-ty O-pen your eyes Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sym-pa-thy [Because I'm easy come, easy go A little high, little low] A-ny-way the wind- blows, does-n't real-ly mat-ter to me, to- me Ma-ma, just killed a man Put a gun a-gainst his head Pulled my trig-ger, now he's dead Ma-ma, life had just be-gun But now I've gone and thrown it all- a-way Ma-ma, o-o-oh- Did-n't mean to make you cry If I'm not back a-gain this time to-mor-row Car-ry on, car-ry on, as if no-thin' real-ly mat-ters Too late, my time has come Sends shi-vers down my spine Bo-dy's ach-ing all the time- Good-bye ev-ery-bo-dy I've got to go Got-ta leave you all be-hind and fa-ce the truth Ma-ma, o-o-oh- [anyway the wind blows] I don't wan-na die I some-times wish I'd ne-ver been born 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 But 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 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 - ooo No, no, no, no, no, no, no - Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go 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 Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me Anyway the wind blows...