Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Me Softly With His Song

Strumming my with his fingers,
singing my with his words,
killing me with his song,
me softly with his song,
telling my whole with his words,
killing me with 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 boy, a stranger 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 that he would but he just kept right on.

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