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Roberta Flack( Roberta Cleopatra Flack )

Killing me softly with his song Roberta Flack

*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(*)



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(*)



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(*)

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情歌迷死人


他用手指輕撫我的傷痛

歌詞唱出了我的人生

他的歌溫柔得迷死人

他的歌溫柔得迷死人

歌詞道盡了我的一生

他的歌溫柔得迷死人



我聽說他歌唱得很好
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極具個人風格

於是我特地前來

欣賞他的演唱

他出現了,這位年輕男孩

我眼中的陌生人



我感到臉紅,全身發燙

在群眾面前覺得不好意思

他看到了我寫的紙條

大聲的讀著每一個字

我祈禱著他能趕快唸完

但他卻一直唸著



他唱著,彷彿早就認識我

在我最陰暗沮喪的時候

然後,他看向我這邊來

好像我不存在似的

他繼續唱著

清晰而有力的唱著



'情歌迷死人'的作 曲者之所以寫出這首作品,是因為他在某個偶然的機會,於一家pub聽到了唐麥克林(Don McLean,曾寫出Vincent, America Pie等經典名曲 在台上以吉他自彈自唱的動人歌聲而為之傾倒,從此成為他的歌迷,經常到現場點歌、聆賞,後來並寫出了這首歌,描述他第一次聽唐麥克林唱歌的情景。



而這首歌經由人女歌星羅貝塔佛蕾克的詮釋,也成為一首傳誦一時的抒情佳作,只是一般歌迷多不曉得這首歌的背景乃是樂壇的一段佳話。

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Killing Me Softly With His Song

Lyrics:N.Gimbel Music:C.Fox

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.

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.

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.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.