歌曲 | Killing Me Softly With Her Song |
歌手 | Andy Williams |
专辑 | The Way We Were |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Strumming my pain with her fingers, | |
singing 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 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. | |
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 she would finish but she just kept right on. | |
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 just came to singing, singing clear and strong. |
Strumming my pain with her fingers, | |
singing 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 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. | |
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 she would finish but she just kept right on. | |
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 just came to singing, singing clear and strong. |
Strumming my pain with her fingers, | |
singing 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 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. | |
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 she would finish but she just kept right on. | |
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 just came to singing, singing clear and strong. |