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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 ); s( e# B$ d# x
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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/ l. q- B2 s) y$ LAnd now, the end is near;
7 E; C9 A+ r" }And so I face the final curtain.; j Z6 T% r8 T7 t) n$ Y. @
My friend, I'll say it clear,
) i/ w& k( \ Z! w f/ ^I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
0 t/ ~* {5 [1 B, I7 v3 _' [I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
( R+ G& ?0 Y* l5 WBut more, much more than this,
3 h5 j* u0 z1 S& I$ Z3 p1 F% \I did it my way.
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% K( m! g" r. eRegrets, I've had a few;
: x3 s+ i) r9 t4 N5 ZBut then again, too few to mention.
( B k% R9 t4 r( H6 J! }0 W' fI did what I had to do% c$ e& @0 R6 s. k" @
And saw it through without exemption.2 N- a: W/ a1 d5 U
% X' z2 I6 k2 ^! k% ]2 @* d* \I planned each charted course;
. c" g+ }5 t4 f! E- jEach careful step along the byway,, w0 P% B7 ?& v7 B6 {" z1 ~. U; L
But more, much more than this,
2 B# d+ u& p) K, u \" b* [ YI did it my way.0 n+ v0 c8 M, |! L- u
?0 J7 l9 N' Y9 e9 l! ^Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
5 z7 {8 U* O8 N/ F0 l* K- @9 FWhen I bit off more than I could chew.4 y J1 m7 Y( U" i( m. B, B* H
But through it all, when there was doubt,+ c6 l! Z- }2 v3 G. z' D9 Z0 l
I ate it up and spit it out.' s4 R v; s5 k* n% X
I faced it all and I stood tall;
5 T |. t6 M5 c; S; B4 ?4 N+ [# B) [And did it my way." \6 Q7 b$ K4 G( Y) o2 \
+ f) O5 q, m, @1 O" A LI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
* @8 T. `3 }- \) ^+ x `( wI've had my fill; my share of losing.
* p) o% {1 t; Z9 j. L) c" xAnd now, as tears subside,
5 m. ]9 U y/ C$ e/ y3 y& ~I find it all so amusing.
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1 m2 a9 k* h* v7 RTo think I did all that;
7 f% T$ e" |" GAnd may I say - not in a shy way,5 l q7 n) F# P
'No, oh no not me,
+ I" F2 u3 E; S3 NI did it my way'.
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8 ]! @4 N: r1 ^- DFor what is a man, what has he got?
+ y" D# H! p; M( r. z' c: a, \: J0 HIf not himself, then he has naught.) q0 w% C# m' U2 R: [+ `
To say the things he truly feels;
# q+ z% X* q6 R B- x1 h( sAnd not the words of one who kneels." N& y* n) @6 h) @ R% ^
The record shows I took the blows -
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