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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 )% B5 l$ z' a5 x0 a: u) j
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault Z) e* \4 M: I
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: T, t5 ^7 x7 c& l5 iAnd now, the end is near;
5 X( k2 M* B7 C! QAnd so I face the final curtain.
* z- j* E# C8 ^" jMy friend, I'll say it clear,
! S# _) e- F; H; L; L" {+ ^- \I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.7 I) Y0 I9 r9 e9 N0 s
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I've lived a life that's full.
. W; v2 _' k* I* OI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
U1 W- a4 p w; S' NBut more, much more than this,
# D, W2 b q4 V8 I6 xI did it my way.. x5 d5 f' O9 K1 z
2 x! y) `) ?3 O3 f8 L6 i, gRegrets, I've had a few;
( g' f* U& N/ w+ q! v; v( F1 OBut then again, too few to mention., f* C0 f& u! L2 X5 \6 v' v% Q6 W/ E
I did what I had to do* R/ S; ]2 z B5 |) ?+ H
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;/ i1 ~3 l0 E/ t8 J" ?9 m
Each careful step along the byway,
8 Y9 v+ t, g' Z! `But more, much more than this,
2 |4 \5 Y6 s- H* CI did it my way.! }0 T$ t- m: W- o
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew. @, _3 [5 Z/ [3 ~3 U( Q V( y
When I bit off more than I could chew.) z2 `* R5 q) Z" S3 \" l) m: H
But through it all, when there was doubt," u) {' Z' {( A& m) c8 x' Y
I ate it up and spit it out.
1 M1 b8 { Z% N1 g* c6 qI faced it all and I stood tall;- `& y6 i) o% i, r+ f6 r9 Y. d* y0 y
And did it my way.6 s; i: M# P7 Z. ]) l
* Q+ \, `6 y4 k' ^9 K8 [0 h" ~I've loved, I've laughed and cried.' K8 M0 ?* h7 {0 Z
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
, h+ c' K+ o2 r" k6 }/ m* QAnd now, as tears subside,
; ?' ]4 f( O0 _0 D4 QI find it all so amusing.
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4 B& N' k/ B' C! S; b+ g W* O+ DTo think I did all that;2 b' m1 t3 b1 A% d
And may I say - not in a shy way,
6 ~* T/ g# B/ Q4 p9 `" g'No, oh no not me,+ Y$ J$ v( U5 ?6 [
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?
" B" u% C+ B! l# E! e# o8 kIf not himself, then he has naught.) a: O4 E! I+ A' w/ c, i
To say the things he truly feels;) W# I7 j! X/ e2 E0 d
And not the words of one who kneels.4 h+ t* D: A4 E. K& @0 D2 e9 j" J# D
The record shows I took the blows -6 w, c+ \) s3 w' D' Z
And did it my way! |
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