[00:01]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[00:06]Singing my life with his words, 

[00:11]Killing me softly with his song, 

[00:15]killing me softly with his song, 

[00:21]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[00:26]Killing me softly with his song. 

 

[00:59]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, 

[01:09]And so I came to see him and listen for a while. 

[01:20]And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes, 

[01:29]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[01:34]Singing my life with his words, 

[01:40]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:43]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:49]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[01:54]Killing me softly with his song. 

[02:07]I felt all flushed with fever, 

[02:12]Embarrassed by the crowd, 

[02:17]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. 

[02:27]I prayed that he would finish, 

[02:33]But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[02:42]Singing my life with his words, 

[02:48]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:52]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:57]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[03:02]Killing me softly with his song 

 

[03:11]Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge 

 

[03:50]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[04:31][03:55]Singing my life with his words, 

[04:00]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:04]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:09]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[04:15]Killing me softly with his song. 

[04:26]Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . 

[00:01]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[00:06]Singing my life with his words, 

[00:11]Killing me softly with his song, 

[00:15]killing me softly with his song, 

[00:21]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[00:26]Killing me softly with his song. 

 

[00:59]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, 

[01:09]And so I came to see him and listen for a while. 

[01:20]And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes, 

[01:29]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[01:34]Singing my life with his words, 

[01:40]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:43]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:49]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[01:54]Killing me softly with his song. 

[02:07]I felt all flushed with fever, 

[02:12]Embarrassed by the crowd, 

[02:17]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. 

[02:27]I prayed that he would finish, 

[02:33]But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[02:42]Singing my life with his words, 

[02:48]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:52]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:57]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[03:02]Killing me softly with his song 

 

[03:11]Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge 

 

[03:50]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[04:31][03:55]Singing my life with his words, 

[04:00]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:04]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:09]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[04:15]Killing me softly with his song. 

[04:26]Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . 

[00:01]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[00:06]Singing my life with his words, 

[00:11]Killing me softly with his song, 

[00:15]killing me softly with his song, 

[00:21]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[00:26]Killing me softly with his song. 

 

[00:59]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, 

[01:09]And so I came to see him and listen for a while. 

[01:20]And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes, 

[01:29]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[01:34]Singing my life with his words, 

[01:40]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:43]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:49]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[01:54]Killing me softly with his song. 

[02:07]I felt all flushed with fever, 

[02:12]Embarrassed by the crowd, 

[02:17]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. 

[02:27]I prayed that he would finish, 

[02:33]But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[02:42]Singing my life with his words, 

[02:48]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:52]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:57]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[03:02]Killing me softly with his song 

 

[03:11]Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge 

 

[03:50]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[04:31][03:55]Singing my life with his words, 

[04:00]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:04]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:09]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[04:15]Killing me softly with his song. 

[04:26]Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . . 

[00:01]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[00:06]Singing my life with his words, 

[00:11]Killing me softly with his song, 

[00:15]killing me softly with his song, 

[00:21]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[00:26]Killing me softly with his song. 

 

[00:59]I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style, 

[01:09]And so I came to see him and listen for a while. 

[01:20]And there he was this young boy, stranger to my eyes, 

[01:29]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[01:34]Singing my life with his words, 

[01:40]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:43]Killing me softly with his song, 

[01:49]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[01:54]Killing me softly with his song. 

[02:07]I felt all flushed with fever, 

[02:12]Embarrassed by the crowd, 

[02:17]I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud. 

[02:27]I prayed that he would finish, 

[02:33]But he just kept right on strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[02:42]Singing my life with his words, 

[02:48]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:52]Killing me softly with his song, 

[02:57]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[03:02]Killing me softly with his song 

 

[03:11]Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge 

 

[03:50]Strumming my pain with his fingers, 

[04:31][03:55]Singing my life with his words, 

[04:00]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:04]Killing me softly with his song, 

[04:09]Telling my whole life with his words, 

[04:15]Killing me softly with his song. 

[04:26]Strumming my pain with his finger, yeah he was . . .