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發表於 2008-11-14 10:03 AM
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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )* C! q/ ~! ?; ]! i/ ]+ k/ E
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault' E& ]+ V8 q& `/ |" L6 o; u& B8 q- b
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% |' ]. U1 |& v6 k d3 m( I8 I [& ~And now, the end is near;( I) |4 Z2 R. u, G) h
And so I face the final curtain.
( ~) n! h$ x+ r- wMy friend, I'll say it clear,
. S( y3 e$ [- w+ f- r( XI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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* c+ Z( t. I8 u0 [I've lived a life that's full.
: \+ ~: ]/ X" o% J# q& DI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;3 F0 f. r0 N% q: K: w- C
But more, much more than this,. l& ]4 k! d }+ ]" }1 p7 R/ T% B
I did it my way.% D& I. J, h n' E$ C
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Regrets, I've had a few;
% z$ W- g0 S* |! WBut then again, too few to mention.
4 z% u d- |& aI did what I had to do+ J& {) o$ ` R
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
3 K0 | d, j/ O% rEach careful step along the byway,
$ e5 X, q7 @ i# G2 o8 M: nBut more, much more than this,
8 Y, a' s* c4 D5 R8 ]9 CI did it my way.
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6 X" i- M: B5 G. H4 p. ^Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew/ p' P/ I2 p4 ^: ?: t7 [, n. Q
When I bit off more than I could chew.
+ e4 E+ [" A. X1 p( [But through it all, when there was doubt,
# G. ~- o+ \! {. `I ate it up and spit it out.$ k! ]6 V: T9 `7 O& W# b
I faced it all and I stood tall;
+ D. w4 h/ U9 ]4 w: ?9 J6 WAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.$ H7 T! M5 H+ V& W, e8 d
I've had my fill; my share of losing.. F2 c0 N4 p6 Z6 r
And now, as tears subside,9 s6 O8 B$ ]- _
I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;$ a' U* l x# ^; A# J: \6 G
And may I say - not in a shy way, N# W' k1 W& ` H) _$ ?/ M
'No, oh no not me,: j0 W% g1 g; U9 v5 C
I did it my way'.
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Q* j3 u7 A. ]4 j: [2 Z# K# X7 {" xFor what is a man, what has he got?
% \4 z* J, N, C, W' d; Q1 sIf not himself, then he has naught.8 c; s8 }$ l6 w6 H+ a9 X% ^' D
To say the things he truly feels;6 ]: u* s2 K! i
And not the words of one who kneels.5 P' G) O: s: v: o- Q1 [( w
The record shows I took the blows -
9 c# o- q9 Z; P% UAnd did it my way! |
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