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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 )
; D" e* T1 m7 Z! ]4 wWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;8 T( Q) o7 J+ C; c9 d( k
And so I face the final curtain.
2 O# h1 E! I* s# H( yMy friend, I'll say it clear,) g7 f; _* _7 H* o! T6 T) @+ n
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.6 _( K5 D. s& c' b- e3 h1 N9 J, {- U
$ `8 B" j; B' S" n4 c5 Q3 }I've lived a life that's full.' V* @+ g3 F6 V* }- I y, J B, X5 E
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
# j' y# ]5 ~4 W7 i7 FBut more, much more than this,
1 G/ B! `8 c8 C; OI did it my way.- X$ w4 u: P) M6 j# d8 v
: B1 z+ c/ N- n7 E3 q3 wRegrets, I've had a few;
0 h! g$ Y6 }1 c) bBut then again, too few to mention.' B; k. j* @5 [# [, G
I did what I had to do
: G# ?6 [/ ?* G7 e& w6 n WAnd saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
) o* R3 Q& l: e# t& sEach careful step along the byway,
$ [) Q. R' F3 I( t, wBut more, much more than this,
' j( J0 J! O5 v% R4 q4 _: p7 SI did it my way.
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+ T% h% M& i" ]. QYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
, }" e! n3 F1 qWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
/ I# Y$ S, C+ q1 W) IBut through it all, when there was doubt,
/ L2 A& M9 q5 O& F- sI ate it up and spit it out.8 D- s3 F7 }6 o6 L; V8 E, g
I faced it all and I stood tall;
) N" y7 m) P/ W# F$ K, SAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
5 ]* }1 l7 O$ `& i% c& WI've had my fill; my share of losing.
2 u. ]( X; _8 L; @- N& GAnd now, as tears subside,. s" M8 l* M& H7 V% O2 U2 k/ _6 j; e
I find it all so amusing.
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7 n) S1 Q/ q3 Q( z1 w) @+ l. @To think I did all that;, ]( l6 m" q* p6 a5 v
And may I say - not in a shy way,/ \4 \1 Z- w8 }8 h3 ~0 j7 t
'No, oh no not me,. Y% S- z* a- p
I did it my way'.
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# B) ^$ I- _5 lFor what is a man, what has he got?# w8 f, u) ~# C' T% W! s
If not himself, then he has naught.: K7 E6 W' B" B1 ]& e# c) y
To say the things he truly feels;
, [' F; q/ J- q+ e3 i; sAnd not the words of one who kneels.
@/ Y5 a \% x% P6 ^6 c% fThe record shows I took the blows -# c5 ^5 g, l2 g. T$ k# S/ ?
And did it my way! |
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