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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 )
; j0 T* L0 z9 W$ G# k3 d# YWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
4 u: R) c r( O" V' Z5 B) }1 dAnd so I face the final curtain.8 Y. Q$ R% A9 L( L* j% b
My friend, I'll say it clear,% x( {# w! h9 X+ r& W) F* ~
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.& ]" `0 _6 B6 V. K1 c
! C. f- F. i" T* n* j1 [I've lived a life that's full.
, t1 e% Y8 I8 X/ L- PI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
: R; C, ]- W3 i9 q: i3 ~9 dBut more, much more than this,
$ k9 T- y; L- v9 YI did it my way.
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* d' _' `. _' a! x4 R8 n8 P$ bRegrets, I've had a few;# a& q9 s, B2 ?! j# K0 z
But then again, too few to mention.% \# Z9 q; d- P8 [ B5 C9 E: l) R. }
I did what I had to do
3 q5 q; w* H. C Q0 sAnd saw it through without exemption.6 r0 S! @# Q# c7 \* u7 x) `
, h; \9 j$ E Z4 ^I planned each charted course;& c( E( l2 W/ T& H2 I
Each careful step along the byway,+ |; s$ J, G. H
But more, much more than this,
! i0 A# H! P) F d& _; p' ~0 A+ cI did it my way.4 w# J S2 |2 ?; H
+ S" d8 Q0 u; J: _Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
4 \* {0 a! N) L) i6 lWhen I bit off more than I could chew.6 W* b' y8 E2 {( p, b- J
But through it all, when there was doubt,4 ~! E7 ?1 i: K x* e9 X
I ate it up and spit it out.
9 X8 P! x J" MI faced it all and I stood tall;& d5 A5 D/ {5 K
And did it my way.
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1 s* L: Y, X- Q: ^. G! T, m- fI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
3 O. U2 m9 H/ D) M: k/ k' GI've had my fill; my share of losing.
/ Q! f, F3 d! w& n2 GAnd now, as tears subside,* ^# X5 N# z" s) Y9 \
I find it all so amusing.
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* Y: M, f! F$ e& JTo think I did all that;9 D: z! ?0 C! q! r6 q5 O2 I
And may I say - not in a shy way,
/ s- y( u. k9 m' h! a- q' d0 I'No, oh no not me,- ~: i8 M* Z. p3 p f1 l
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?& @0 {+ v7 z1 z# I- h3 z
If not himself, then he has naught.% L" s: k2 V/ q* w! v& r/ v
To say the things he truly feels;' I; T2 ^6 A$ Z9 C* E2 b* D4 v
And not the words of one who kneels.8 W# z$ c, {2 p. M6 h( H) d# u
The record shows I took the blows -/ d( j5 T" `: M N( R6 t( W+ y# Q
And did it my way! |
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