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Bài Hát: Killing Me Softly With His Song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Ca Sĩ: Susan Wong
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
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 she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style.
And so I came to see his and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy
a stranger to my eyes
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 felt all flushed with fever,
embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters
and read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish
but she just kept right on.
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

Bài Hát: Killing Me Softly With His Song
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Ca Sĩ: Susan Wong
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
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 she sang a good song,
I heard she had a style.
And so I came to see his and listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy
a stranger to my eyes
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 felt all flushed with fever,
embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt she found my letters
and read each one out loud.
I prayed that she would finish
but she just kept right on.
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
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