گیت کے بول کے نقاط
TLاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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 gis fingers
He was singing my life whit his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly whit his song
Killing me, killing me, killing me, killing me softly, swallow
Ohhh, oh, oh,oh
La la la la la la la, oh, oh, oh
La da da da da, oh oh
La la la la la la, hey! Hey!
With his song!
