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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 )
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: j: W7 \( D5 a( r4 K: O' o3 HAnd now, the end is near;
}- @0 x/ q2 tAnd so I face the final curtain.- P) {# n- ?3 q* Q' x! {
My friend, I'll say it clear,* }1 X8 o8 }3 h1 Y
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.* \8 ^2 ~; }. H. u! S7 B
1 x M: u: M: |2 uI've lived a life that's full.' C! @$ |! U1 K, [: o9 k
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
1 u1 a o1 S" L9 {! K8 Z1 DBut more, much more than this,
( n' D4 O! v4 U% T: zI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;
0 C! {$ } i% Z, z' }0 s# IBut then again, too few to mention.6 ~$ f1 ?" T% e+ }3 Q
I did what I had to do
5 m. } j( r) V. lAnd saw it through without exemption.) B( c3 Q$ Y& o5 T% ^
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I planned each charted course;
/ t k+ F: F C" C1 h# A0 [; PEach careful step along the byway,
; @, u4 `+ [2 c* S( T1 _But more, much more than this,+ }' g# d* ^/ S+ q/ Q/ D2 P2 W
I did it my way. A7 \& t5 F9 M& a
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
9 \9 {7 r1 o" p |When I bit off more than I could chew.6 I9 K- P. Y' v% u$ }. B( b( k/ G3 z9 I
But through it all, when there was doubt,# t) `! b) b, `4 u) G( }
I ate it up and spit it out.
0 M. h% m' S: c" XI faced it all and I stood tall;
& o ^; l& e/ n5 qAnd did it my way.) G. n+ m* t/ b1 p+ I
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.5 Y% p$ r) g6 H8 E1 B: h4 G
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
( j, J/ |+ e7 B8 g3 V, e1 O0 g# `And now, as tears subside,
+ ]/ J& Z3 \' U# O, s" qI find it all so amusing.5 d+ B' t1 Y) T# r2 I
7 M4 B, U/ W6 h, f0 G$ U9 tTo think I did all that;
6 V& R( }. G8 CAnd may I say - not in a shy way,4 [8 T, }# U- ~7 ?6 I1 A% v
'No, oh no not me,
$ Y# p: R e; @I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
9 j+ k2 L! `" |' @If not himself, then he has naught.2 u& h) O; T& E% J! G
To say the things he truly feels;
# O3 R* w" H& B4 ~And not the words of one who kneels.
~! H3 j F" vThe record shows I took the blows -5 t( I+ o& K% D4 C/ I: Z4 q' `
And did it my way! |
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