Killing Me Softly with His Song - Shirley Bassey (莎丽·贝希)

Songstrumming my pan with his figures

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole

Life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song

I heard he had a style

And so I came to see

Him to listen for a while

And there he was this young boy

A stranger to my eye

Strumming my pan with his figures

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole

Life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

I felt flushed with fever

Embarassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letter

And read each word out loud

I prayed he would finished

But he just kept right on

Songstrumming my pan with his figures

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole

Life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me

And all my dark despair

And then he looked right through me

As if I wasn't there

But he just kept on singing

Singing clear and strong

Songstrumming my pan with his figures

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Songstrumming my pan with his figures

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Songstrumming my pan with his figures

Singing my life with his words

Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words

Killing me softly with his song