| Song | Killing Me Softly With His Song(live from MCM) |
| Artist | Fugees |
| Album | Greatest Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 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 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, | |
| 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 | |
| He sang sa if he knew me , | |
| In all my dark despair | |
| And then he looked right through me , | |
| AS if l wasn't there | |
| and he just keep on saying , | |
| Sining clear and strong | |
| 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. | |
| oh la...oh la. | |
| 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 son | |
| he was strumming my pain , | |
| yeah,he was Singing my life | |
| 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. |
| 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 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 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, | |
| 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 | |
| He sang sa if he knew me , | |
| In all my dark despair | |
| And then he looked right through me , | |
| AS if l wasn' t there | |
| and he just keep on saying , | |
| Sining clear and strong | |
| 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. | |
| oh la... oh la. | |
| 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 son | |
| he was strumming my pain , | |
| yeah, he was Singing my life | |
| 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. |
| 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 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 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, | |
| 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 | |
| He sang sa if he knew me , | |
| In all my dark despair | |
| And then he looked right through me , | |
| AS if l wasn' t there | |
| and he just keep on saying , | |
| Sining clear and strong | |
| 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. | |
| oh la... oh la. | |
| 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 son | |
| he was strumming my pain , | |
| yeah, he was Singing my life | |
| 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. |