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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 )
; `8 E+ P0 A- `8 `9 M9 }Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault/ u0 n! q- I1 ~
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7 d' P8 m9 Z* V# o' TAnd now, the end is near;+ D, g X! i% N. i. x
And so I face the final curtain.6 K/ e7 W. e% W. c7 Y
My friend, I'll say it clear,
* K% ^, W) j1 P3 j4 oI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.; G7 r M; w5 T# j$ Z: ~
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I've lived a life that's full.1 A6 F1 I* C. r
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
8 J/ e9 i* l! W3 NBut more, much more than this,
1 K) r, K0 \/ k" d; k" yI did it my way.
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- {& a+ L# Y8 |4 ?+ LRegrets, I've had a few;2 J6 R# |$ o/ n7 L. U8 A
But then again, too few to mention.
4 [7 h+ u. Q3 R: QI did what I had to do$ Z! ~6 L* _* V: t3 v: g4 `9 u
And saw it through without exemption.* [7 C. j" b( h+ T! F
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I planned each charted course;) F+ [3 L' d) b$ C/ G' w
Each careful step along the byway,+ A- S* y3 d- C4 O
But more, much more than this,/ L$ f V* l' C! {9 j
I did it my way.
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o% f9 Y9 z/ I( eYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
- _* k5 x) O9 ^+ J( z% k; pWhen I bit off more than I could chew.8 E$ c7 l2 j$ \* s
But through it all, when there was doubt,# \2 f' f) b$ h' ?- X0 O5 }
I ate it up and spit it out.
0 }4 v7 {" N& x. \I faced it all and I stood tall;
; q) C! h; X4 v, A0 ?And did it my way.5 p6 ^1 j( T9 \& Q; f- `
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
4 T$ Q& V5 Q8 y* g& a" aI've had my fill; my share of losing.
* _ K* t* l4 B( k9 S. [And now, as tears subside,5 i( R: _4 ^$ j3 ~) h
I find it all so amusing.: I1 y$ M7 V. B; @
; l2 I8 x' z: QTo think I did all that;/ n% s* ~2 x1 f
And may I say - not in a shy way,
8 c" h3 f2 W8 A5 }'No, oh no not me,$ Z: x3 G1 K* |! M% s
I did it my way'.9 T: @8 U. {, m2 B5 |$ K
& d% {* p$ Y# \9 @1 F$ ~1 r8 DFor what is a man, what has he got?5 G# P' @9 C4 f9 K) K9 K
If not himself, then he has naught.
I! |* r; q1 k+ CTo say the things he truly feels;% J7 y. G$ C$ M$ X# P
And not the words of one who kneels.
7 e x; l# M4 @The record shows I took the blows -
+ n' c+ `' V* h4 XAnd did it my way! |
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