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Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly With His Song (EN ESPAÑOL) (Letra y canción para escuchar) - 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.
Killing me softly with his song. Rasgueando mi dolor, sí. Strumming my pain, yeah (strumming my pain) Oye, junta tus manos para L-Boogie del Refugee Camp (sí, sí) Yo, put your hands together for L-Boogie from the Refugee Camp (yeah, yeah) (Cantando mi vida) ya sabes como lo hacemos. (Singing my life) you know how we do.
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 and 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.
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 just kept on singing, Singing clear and strong. Strumming my pain with his fingers, Singing my life with his words, Killing me softly with his song, Killing me ...
Letra original. Traducción en Español. chorus. Strumming my pain with his fingers. Rasgando mi dolor con sus dedos. Singing my life with his words. Cantando mi vida con sus palabras. Killing me softly with his song. Matandome suavemente con su canción.
Letra original. Traducción en Espanol. Strumming my pain with his fingers. Rasgueando mi dolor con sus dedos. Singing my life with his words. Cantando mi vida con sus palabras. Killing me softly with his song. Asesinándome gentilmente con su canción. Killing me softly with his song. Asesinándome gentilmente con su canción.
3 de feb. de 2017 · (una vez, una vez) cantando mi vida con sus palabras, (dos veces, dos veces) matándome suavemente con su canción, contando toda mi vida con sus palabras, matándome suavemente con su canción. Me sentí sonrojada con fiebre, avergonzada por la multitud, Sentí que había encontrado mis cartas y leía cada una en voz alta.
