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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 )
# `. l7 Y+ x8 G, K0 [% R' \Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault o% v H' ^& J Y2 E
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And now, the end is near;3 ~/ V# f. q7 k& |
And so I face the final curtain." u+ I1 }8 T# k! z( _7 p
My friend, I'll say it clear,
* K4 q) b; s. f( r9 H1 V0 g" XI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
6 F# b2 u. j& P5 a0 lI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
1 h. f! d X% R. h, I% B; i# O( EBut more, much more than this,
3 Z6 l% E$ P; ^1 P' xI did it my way.( Y9 c9 D3 E. k9 {& b7 S
6 M! P Y$ F. \# u: l# }Regrets, I've had a few;
9 [6 V) L, w2 e) \) F oBut then again, too few to mention.$ F4 I2 L5 M" f! \( y
I did what I had to do- k" y! M# R, a3 K3 O2 F
And saw it through without exemption.& ?$ P; n+ r& D' J; `$ ?
6 x+ n3 w% ~- O2 Q3 I( JI planned each charted course;1 e, c* x" E; q. C" U
Each careful step along the byway,
9 V; z; m; s& FBut more, much more than this,3 k) u% }* |" z6 T' x2 C! P
I did it my way.( D3 s) O+ H. C
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
+ j2 W+ r8 q* O. \When I bit off more than I could chew.
& \: i& Q) G3 \3 g( K! D9 ~But through it all, when there was doubt,
2 X# ~+ H+ y) u0 z- F( {I ate it up and spit it out." m6 F1 ]2 c' G4 j: F: s1 E
I faced it all and I stood tall;. c( Z x. ^9 `6 z v
And did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
3 L# @0 s& J: _& cI've had my fill; my share of losing.
* Y% J5 u8 \2 h6 `, iAnd now, as tears subside,
4 M1 p5 U7 N1 L- A, e2 B4 \! }7 [I find it all so amusing.: q8 ?6 Z( x' @7 L2 @9 |
- s, e/ I/ }+ w2 k$ f4 b kTo think I did all that;) n% F3 M7 a8 s
And may I say - not in a shy way,5 p0 P# p0 j0 s2 u6 T0 S5 T/ q
'No, oh no not me,( T1 M1 _& U2 r1 i
I did it my way'.: K9 B1 Y6 | i, M) h; f5 t
# [4 E# U; d3 L! P, _# \/ oFor what is a man, what has he got?' B3 Y& i! }( g8 F+ h& v, u: w
If not himself, then he has naught.: ?" v W# J6 Q+ Q7 G
To say the things he truly feels;
& v2 b/ H3 S# d5 c! Q2 n/ uAnd not the words of one who kneels.
B6 \( J, x* @* ^' p2 k* cThe record shows I took the blows -' X0 ?9 N$ q0 o9 [
And did it my way! |
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