🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Killing Me Softly With His Song - Allison Iraheta

 Strumming  pain with his fingers,
 Singing my life with  words,
 Killing me softly with  song,
 Killing me softly with  song,
 Telling my  life with his words,
  me softly with his song ...
 
  heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
 And  I came to see him to listen for a while.
 And there he was this young boy, a stranger to  eyes.
 
 Strumming  pain with his fingers,
 Singing my life with his 
 Killing  softly with his song,
 Killing  softly with his song,
 Telling my whole  with his words,
 Killing  softly with his song ...
 
 I  all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
 I felt he found  letters and read each one out loud.
 I prayed that he would finish but he just  right on ...
 
  my pain with his fingers,
 Anh
 Singing my life with  words,
 Killing me softly with  song,
 Killing  softly with his song,
 Telling my whole life with  words,
  me softly with his song ...
 
 He sang as if he knew me in all  dark despair.
 And then he looked right  me as if I wasn't there.
 But he just came  singing, singing clear and strong.
 
 Strumming my pain with  fingers,
 Singing  life with his words,
 Killing  softly with his song,
 Killing me softly with his 
 Telling my whole life with his 
 Killing me  with his song ...
 
 He was strumming, oh,  was singing my life.
 Killing me softly  his song,
 Killing me softly  his song,
  my whole life with his words,
 Killing  softly with his song ...
 With his  ...