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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 )
; U- A. a! }- P& C* u8 CWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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$ |; N) s, \9 Y1 @ c Z7 FAnd now, the end is near;* a" ^* b' Z2 O% p/ I' @% G
And so I face the final curtain., h2 I7 L1 g, `6 W, ~
My friend, I'll say it clear,+ @6 |9 l: [4 \% ~ q: C v$ T2 @
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain., G& {( F* a5 `$ R" A1 E
$ J; n: D1 b9 k2 s. F! Z, E) hI've lived a life that's full.
+ k6 B' C& |5 H' TI've traveled each and ev'ry highway; |' R# {! S9 G& d, g* r; r
But more, much more than this,* m- S. D5 i3 T
I did it my way.( u2 y6 a( W% }- Y5 X8 c9 T t& `
& ?- h* h: ~: D- l1 o/ {Regrets, I've had a few;
) O! }) d! ?6 B" Q0 o) pBut then again, too few to mention.# v( X) `) O4 o6 t& J( C
I did what I had to do0 M) `" {, F' w' g
And saw it through without exemption.
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' [" E3 P$ w9 `2 ^I planned each charted course;
3 g; |' f1 |1 @8 M' Q; d6 R* D% |. eEach careful step along the byway,
6 h4 {8 m b6 `4 Y( i' cBut more, much more than this,$ c* z6 N0 d5 E) B7 N9 H
I did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
) y8 ]( g) H) V. `0 U C& G9 }! \8 uWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
0 W. M1 L: L/ M) I7 G) Z7 C8 IBut through it all, when there was doubt,: N6 U( ~$ Q% W
I ate it up and spit it out.
& m) F3 \2 a2 U7 ?0 w/ {/ ^I faced it all and I stood tall;2 ? L: V1 l5 i1 d- ]# D5 H
And did it my way.& F6 y5 D, e. h+ @( |* s5 \9 h6 t& {
2 s. n: D4 V+ t5 A9 k* O: j* {I've loved, I've laughed and cried.* s9 l$ m" @9 s- \5 q2 x
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
f% u( A' \7 EAnd now, as tears subside,
0 q8 L A1 l$ NI find it all so amusing. I) H$ G' L6 z; E' w, M2 j0 D; ]
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To think I did all that;
0 c; H3 h$ V3 {9 \3 e% b BAnd may I say - not in a shy way,6 v# ~1 N* J7 S7 U" {
'No, oh no not me,* W- l) i6 Z1 E' y4 C
I did it my way'.
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& _% X( C5 f( {$ I( BFor what is a man, what has he got?9 _- }' A/ _- a/ U4 m
If not himself, then he has naught." Y, e. `6 ]& H' R5 T
To say the things he truly feels;
* p* p. t5 _8 a" Y/ }9 ^) ]And not the words of one who kneels.
* @: X: j& q/ z: UThe record shows I took the blows -" L9 \2 {% {" D/ {' l
And did it my way! |
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