黄莺莺
KIlling me softly wIth hIs song - 黄莺莺 (Tracy Huang)
Strumming my pain wIth hIs fingers

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 eyes
Strumming my pain wIth hIs fingers

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 all flushed wIth fever
Embarrassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters
And read each ONE out loud

I prayed that he would finIsh

But he just kept rIght on

Strumming my pain wIth hIs fingers

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

in all my dark despaIr

And then he loOKed rIght through me
As If I wasn't there

And he was there a stranger

Sining clear and lound

Strumming my pain wIth hIs fingers

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

Strumming my pain wIth hIs fingers

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