Killing Me Softly With His Song (Inst.)-BRIGHT

[ti:Killing Me Softly With His Son] [ar:BRIGHT] [al:I’ll Be There] [offset:0] [00:01.12]Strumming my pain with his fingers, [00:06.09]Singing my life with his words, [00:11.01]Killing me softly with his song, [00:15.07]Killing me softly with his song, [00:20.12]Telling my whole life with his words, [00:25.06]Killing me softly with his song. [00:34.09] [00:47.77]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, [00:57.70]And so I came to see him to listen for a while. [01:07.88]And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes. [01:17.08]Strumming my pain with his fingers, [01:21.88]Singing my life with his words, [01:26.93]Killing me softly with his song, [01:30.80]Killing me softly with his song, [01:36.08]Telling my whole life with his words, [01:40.98]Killing me softly with his song [01:53.41]I felt all flushed with fever, Embarrassed by the crowd. [02:03.15]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. [02:13.44]I prayed that he would finish, But he just kept right on. [02:22.72]Strumming my pain with his fingers, [02:27.58]Singing my life with his words, [02:32.88]Killing me softly with his song, [02:36.82]Killing me softly with his song, [02:41.77]Telling my whole life with his words, [02:46.71]Killing me softly with his song. [02:56.76] [03:33.38]Strumming my pain with his fingers, [03:38.38]Singing my life with his words, [03:43.36]Killing me softly with his song, [03:47.25]Killing me softly with his song, [03:52.44]Telling my whole life with his words, [03:57.36]Killing me softly with his song. [04:08.66]