1.Killing me softly with his song
＊Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
Singer
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes(＊)
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on(＊)
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong(＊)
KILLING ME SOFELY WITH HIS SONG
1. I heard he sang a good song. I heard he had a style.
2. I felt all flushed with fever embarrassed by the crowed.
3. He sang as if he knew me. in all my dark despair.
1. And so I came to see him to listen for a while.-----
2. I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud--
3. And then he looked right throght me as if I wasn't there--
1. And there he was this young boy a strange to my eyes.----
2. I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on.--
3. But he was there this stranger singing clear and strong.---
Strumming my pain his fingers.Singing my life with his words.
Killing me soltly with his song.Killing me softly with his song.
Telling my whole life with words,killing me softly with his
song.
2.Killing me softly with his song Roberta Flack
＊Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes(＊)
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on(＊)
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong(＊)
Singer
'' pub(Don
McLeanVincent, America Pie
Killing Me Softly With His Song
Lyrics：N.Gimbel Music：C.Fox
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
singing my life with his words,
killing me softly with his song,
killing me softly with his song,
telling my whole life with his words,
killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on.
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
and then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.
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