Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Me Softly With His Song

Strumming my pain his fingers,
my life with his words,
killing me softly his song,
killing me with his song,
my whole life with his words,
killing me softly his song

I heard he a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a to my eyes.

I felt all flushed with fever, by the crowd,
I he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed he would finish but he just kept right on.

He as if he knew me in all my dark despair
and then he looked right me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, clear and strong.