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

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