Killing Me Softly With Her Song Lyrics
| Song | Killing Me Softly With Her Song |
| Artist | Perry Como |
| Album | Legends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fox, Gimbel | |
| 作词 : Perry Commo | |
| I heard she sang a good song, | |
| I heard she had a style, | |
| And so i came to see her, | |
| To listen for a while . . . | |
| And there she was this young girl, | |
| A stranger to my eyes . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| I felt all flushed with fever, | |
| Embarrassed by the crowd, | |
| I felt she found my letters, | |
| And read each one aloud . . . | |
| I prayed that she would finish, | |
| But she just kept right on . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| She sang as if she knew me, | |
| In all my dark despair, | |
| And then she looked right through me, | |
| As if i wasn't there . . . | |
| But she was there, this stranger, | |
| Singing clear and strong . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . |
| zuo qu : Fox, Gimbel | |
| zuo ci : Perry Commo | |
| I heard she sang a good song, | |
| I heard she had a style, | |
| And so i came to see her, | |
| To listen for a while . . . | |
| And there she was this young girl, | |
| A stranger to my eyes . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| I felt all flushed with fever, | |
| Embarrassed by the crowd, | |
| I felt she found my letters, | |
| And read each one aloud . . . | |
| I prayed that she would finish, | |
| But she just kept right on . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| She sang as if she knew me, | |
| In all my dark despair, | |
| And then she looked right through me, | |
| As if i wasn' t there . . . | |
| But she was there, this stranger, | |
| Singing clear and strong . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . |
| zuò qǔ : Fox, Gimbel | |
| zuò cí : Perry Commo | |
| I heard she sang a good song, | |
| I heard she had a style, | |
| And so i came to see her, | |
| To listen for a while . . . | |
| And there she was this young girl, | |
| A stranger to my eyes . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| I felt all flushed with fever, | |
| Embarrassed by the crowd, | |
| I felt she found my letters, | |
| And read each one aloud . . . | |
| I prayed that she would finish, | |
| But she just kept right on . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| She sang as if she knew me, | |
| In all my dark despair, | |
| And then she looked right through me, | |
| As if i wasn' t there . . . | |
| But she was there, this stranger, | |
| Singing clear and strong . . . | |
| Strummin' my pain with her fingers, | |
| Singin' my life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly with her song, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song, | |
| Telling my whole life with her words, | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . | |
| Killing me softly, with her song . . . |
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