Минусовка: Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly With His Song (master)

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.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,...

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 ...

Strumming my pain with his fingers,...

He sang as if he knew me
in all my dark despair
and then he looked right
through me as if I wasnt there.
But he just kept on singing,
singing clear and strong.

Strumming my pain with his fingers,...

Oh, Oh, Oh, .....
la, la, la,......

Strumming my pain with his fingers,...

He was strumming my pain, yeah,
he was singing my song.
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 ...
With his song ...