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Killing Me Softly With His Song - Lori Liberman (๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํ™ฉํ™€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค์š”- ๋กœ๋ฆฌ ๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋งŒ)

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    Killing Me Softly With His Song -Lori Liberman
    (๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ํ™ฉํ™€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค์š”- ๋กœ๋ฆฌ ๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋งŒ)
    I heard he sang a good song 
    ๋‚œ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ทผ์‚ฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถ€๋ฅด๊ณ 
    I heard he had a style 
    ๊ทธ๋งŒ์˜ ๋…ํŠนํ•œ ์Šคํƒ€์ผ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋“ค์—ˆ์–ด์š”.
    And so I came to see him 
    ๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋‚œ ์ž ์‹œ๋งŒ์ด๋ผ๋„ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋“ค์œผ๋ฉฐ
    to listen for a while 
    ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์™”์ง€์š”.
    And there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes
    ๊ฑฐ๊ธฐ์—” ๋‚ฏ์ด ์ต์ง€ ์•Š์€ ์–ด๋ฆฐ ์†Œ๋…„์ด ์žˆ์—ˆ์–ด์š”. 
    Strumming my pain with his fingers 
    ๋‚ด ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๋์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ฒŒ ์—ฐ์ฃผํ•˜๊ณ  
    Singing my life with his words 
    ๋‚ด ์ธ์ƒ์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋กœ ๋…ธ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋ฉฐ
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ํ™ฉํ™€์ผ€ ํ•˜๋„ค์š”.
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๋„ค์š”.
    Telling my whole life with his words 
    ๋‚ด ๋ชจ๋“  ์ธ์ƒ์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ๋ฉด์„œ 
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ์‚ด๋ฉฐ์‹œ ๋‚  ํ™ฉํ™€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค์š”. 
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    I felt all flushed with fever Embarrassed by the crowd 
    ๋‚œ ๋งŽ์€ ๊ตฐ์ค‘๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•˜์—ฌ ์—ด๊ธฐ๋กœ ์–ผ๊ตด์ด ํ™• ๋‹ฌ์•„์˜ค๋Š”๊ฑธ ๋Š๊ผˆ์–ด์š”.
    I felt he found my letters 
    ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ํŽธ์ง€๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•œ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜์–ด์š”. 
    and read each one out loud 
    ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋Š” ํ•œ ์ค„ ํ•œ ์ค„ ํฐ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ์ฝ์–ด๋‚ด๋ ค ๊ฐ”์ฃ . 
    I prayed that he would finish 
    ๋‚œ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•ด ์ฃผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋žฌ์ง€๋งŒ 
    but he just kept right on 
    ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ณ„์† ์ฝ์–ด ๋‚ด๋ ค๊ฐ”์ง€์š”. 
    Strumming my pain with his fingers 
    ๋‚ด ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๋์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ฒŒ ์—ฐ์ฃผํ•˜๊ณ  
    Singing my life with his words 
    ๋‚ด ์ธ์ƒ์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋กœ ๋…ธ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋ฉฐ 
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ํ™ฉํ™€์ผ€ ํ•˜๋„ค์š”.
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๋„ค์š”. 
    He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair
    ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์•”์šธํ•œ ์ ˆ๋ง์— ๋น ์ง„๊ฑธ ์•„๋Š” ๋“ฏ์ด ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋ €์ฃ . 
    And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there 
    ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณค ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ๊ณณ์— ์—†๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ์ชฝ์„ ๋šซ์–ด์ง€๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜์–ด์š”.
    But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong 
    ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์„œ ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ง‘๊ณ  ํž˜์žˆ๊ฒŒ ๊ณ„์† ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋ €์–ด์š”.
    Strumming my pain with his fingers 
    ๋‚ด ๊ณ ํ†ต์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ์†๋์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋ณ๊ฒŒ ์—ฐ์ฃผํ•˜๊ณ  
    Singing my life with his words....
    ๋‚ด ์ธ์ƒ์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋กœ ๋…ธ๋ž˜ํ•˜๋ฉฐ 
    Killing me softly with his song. 
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ํ™ฉํ™€์ผ€ ํ•˜๋„ค์š”. 
    ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋‚  ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ์‚ฌ๋กœ์žก๋„ค์š”. 
    Telling my whole life with his words 
    ๋‚ด ๋ชจ๋“  ์ธ์ƒ์„ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๋กœ ๋งํ•ด์ฃผ๋ฉด์„œ 
    Killing me softly with his song 
    ์‚ด๋ฉฐ์‹œ ๋‚  ํ™ฉํ™€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค์š”.