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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; A) \8 K; \+ T
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault) l; _- a& l8 z
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And now, the end is near;2 X# I/ b5 o+ A- j4 H
And so I face the final curtain.
z6 z8 N! {! S7 h7 I5 hMy friend, I'll say it clear,0 [% w) k, g6 t+ i" P C
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.* R' ^& G6 s; F9 Z/ _. y9 u7 @5 l
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I've lived a life that's full., g1 }+ y- X3 b. l, }: A1 n
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
. d+ @) R8 E% ?6 uBut more, much more than this,* o! x# ?' {0 I& I& R3 i
I did it my way.# V+ y) N9 ]# S" N7 W
% O8 w; E8 { ]- r- H* F7 pRegrets, I've had a few;1 p% z' `" b" P% {
But then again, too few to mention." r( x" Y, y* z; U. ]4 t9 H
I did what I had to do
' E! K1 g2 K* B- i# aAnd saw it through without exemption.3 d: x. z& C! @1 z! R0 o. @% \9 I
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I planned each charted course;
( j1 X1 P- @: J. i+ ?0 jEach careful step along the byway,& m" d9 f" G) c4 H
But more, much more than this,
: W& w! E5 w" ?4 |; j2 g$ `% h! OI did it my way.* I# ]4 [+ o/ d3 m
+ ~2 K' S/ k4 r( T0 F+ cYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
: C7 P4 `& q- h; T( cWhen I bit off more than I could chew.3 i( I$ d3 \6 ]- _& ?8 B
But through it all, when there was doubt,
. _/ c" l6 l; L$ f4 T' U' JI ate it up and spit it out.
b# k* T: D% l8 J- b5 O- } HI faced it all and I stood tall;
# D. e) t# P5 b! i: ^1 aAnd did it my way.. S# Q. A$ _1 ~4 j) M7 m
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
9 ?( G1 @- |, D- K |I've had my fill; my share of losing.
& B! Y2 m; F3 d5 h' WAnd now, as tears subside,- b- g- _& H3 k; Y
I find it all so amusing.
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# l1 V7 `3 x9 f. rTo think I did all that;8 z ^0 p B- B
And may I say - not in a shy way,4 M1 N9 @1 w3 }; X" m/ o' v9 ]
'No, oh no not me,8 O4 J' c4 k7 F. G. y! E
I did it my way'.
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8 J* ?( `' `9 W2 P. O4 Q( }! nFor what is a man, what has he got?
' K# Y' m. s; G# t* G6 AIf not himself, then he has naught. `. g5 i, \: Q; ^8 n3 P4 [
To say the things he truly feels;6 x, r3 q5 E* D. m. @. K
And not the words of one who kneels.
. m7 T2 i) n: WThe record shows I took the blows -
6 Q; d4 A( S: P5 f3 h" i/ pAnd did it my way! |
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