Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Me Softly With His Song

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

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

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

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