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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 )
" S3 q$ E% b9 X8 q3 e0 MWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault6 s1 @9 q0 k& ^3 W1 s( N6 j- A
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( D( y" ^+ h2 U& }& b% J9 PAnd now, the end is near;" H& L9 t% A- C
And so I face the final curtain.
6 x6 e, T1 n0 T; W) zMy friend, I'll say it clear,2 w2 z; x( [- t1 ]1 |
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.! Y! @5 [* x9 M1 A: Y- J) j$ b; T
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I've lived a life that's full.$ G- K4 D7 H% ?
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
# R* X$ I2 @/ Q5 ]2 D+ d4 ^But more, much more than this,+ c, Z% ]+ n! w0 Q
I did it my way.. y/ _6 a( G' N3 A
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Regrets, I've had a few;3 D# Z) |7 S, C! @: W
But then again, too few to mention.
' p$ u S9 Z' ?5 A0 A9 }I did what I had to do: H( p9 V* V( L' a
And saw it through without exemption.1 N) k3 r m7 d0 s
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I planned each charted course;/ c- F0 q0 `5 r2 }4 A$ _
Each careful step along the byway,
5 g5 f `( [* b( e% z5 a" M* dBut more, much more than this,+ M+ i2 U0 v4 @! H1 L, k
I did it my way.' p7 I) G, L& U: F" U4 z
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew5 U) v- v, X P+ L0 X- L: ]5 D" \/ S. z
When I bit off more than I could chew.
" u: L* v8 E5 P, P/ zBut through it all, when there was doubt,
- b' t k' [5 q9 s* gI ate it up and spit it out.. P j h: B) [+ f' J; X
I faced it all and I stood tall;" @2 c( C' }) O; [9 t* B' C. T
And did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried./ O O3 p7 Q6 ~' _
I've had my fill; my share of losing. J3 P& d9 h/ W2 }' X1 q5 |% ^
And now, as tears subside,
' m: `" [# Z" U3 ^8 BI find it all so amusing.2 w {- @& b$ K0 m; n, o
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To think I did all that;
( ^ {& O3 @$ b9 ?And may I say - not in a shy way,
' Y9 ] z/ ~3 [- C) T" s9 k'No, oh no not me,
5 j. v/ x8 g- l# Z# f: @I did it my way'." j7 o e6 Y0 y" q. q# D! H
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For what is a man, what has he got?- x- V3 J4 L% E2 F- x
If not himself, then he has naught.
# c( P( N$ Q% nTo say the things he truly feels;
" O. W$ Q8 r& YAnd not the words of one who kneels.
- A5 T. i& C) d) d. c$ YThe record shows I took the blows -3 G# H8 c! Q a8 k
And did it my way! |
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