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

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