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 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. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, oo-o-o-o-oo, Didn't mean to make you cry, But if I'm 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, Body's aching all the time Goodbye everybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, oo-o-o-oo, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all... . . . 里茶叔叔说： 我用C调的思路编了超级简单的《波西米亚狂想曲》弹唱版（只能半首），另外也用这些和弦弹了一个”即兴假装指弹“的版本，可惜我不会做成六线谱，只能说说即兴思路。 想要里茶叔叔的简单弹唱，私信叫我哦。