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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )1 B9 T4 r: _6 N5 p
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault5 K4 P8 |: A2 s* v
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" P4 I. |- f0 IAnd now, the end is near;1 b: c, o3 C) s2 D- W8 ?* Z q H" r
And so I face the final curtain.
& c) Y' j+ n5 ^7 hMy friend, I'll say it clear,
/ |1 G+ N9 F! E( C! a2 CI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.. @/ J: G& X( J. f8 U: g
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I've lived a life that's full.# m6 [6 ^3 H9 c' q8 |$ L+ m
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;& ^/ ?8 Q$ S7 F/ B: H% z" k; e
But more, much more than this,2 \% Z9 G X& d$ D
I did it my way.$ |0 W% a" R) `0 o) m
# R6 }! k7 }6 r4 eRegrets, I've had a few;
% m8 i7 {7 J) S+ G/ T: sBut then again, too few to mention.
2 X& }, z; K V+ r6 l2 U' vI did what I had to do
! A0 |: `6 i) y3 D0 `And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
' H7 u3 H4 g+ b! g* gEach careful step along the byway,
' u! k/ x% L7 @; LBut more, much more than this,
1 ?% k1 g1 E8 [( U) Z5 B# DI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew8 W0 {9 o% |/ J2 {5 ~: P1 _
When I bit off more than I could chew.6 g) F" K, F' P( ^
But through it all, when there was doubt,# l; F! i& G, R: A6 {
I ate it up and spit it out.
7 m# T7 E3 h! s' L) c( LI faced it all and I stood tall;' Q% p7 d6 ^- [0 _. M
And did it my way.. k) X( P/ m8 \. H: w. g2 \8 w6 j9 _7 v) |
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
8 b$ ^( I) Y3 {7 EI've had my fill; my share of losing.
" Z: J* C/ D4 V1 r4 y- xAnd now, as tears subside,
2 @1 p+ h# M% L% e1 Q5 SI find it all so amusing.2 F6 T$ g( ]: v
! r J! W8 ~2 h. c! v) l% X7 y, G! fTo think I did all that;& ^3 p: ~* x+ Q4 \3 I
And may I say - not in a shy way,
1 r B* l; z* C M( q) _'No, oh no not me,& U. K2 V z y% _8 r9 D
I did it my way'. }$ K, U+ O9 n, z( S; a& H
4 b( V# }; b% E; e2 `For what is a man, what has he got?
0 N+ X3 e" C8 b% kIf not himself, then he has naught.
: G0 N: F* G6 u1 ~$ DTo say the things he truly feels;& a3 s [; h" j$ e/ q
And not the words of one who kneels.
( y3 B' g) M# u3 `The record shows I took the blows -/ W+ O3 O7 f) o- s" I$ r Z9 E/ [
And did it my way! |
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