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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 M+ d$ o) J0 F" K8 P. h" `& ?
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
8 t" O. ] B( ?( A+ Z& TAnd so I face the final curtain.
8 c& T6 h+ o7 L1 hMy friend, I'll say it clear,) S0 j/ e; l& B3 F" s, e
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
# k: f5 ^8 y q7 D F. cI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
9 i4 w K( }& O1 WBut more, much more than this,
$ [. O( }8 U% j+ H4 u2 f* `9 fI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;# P/ S+ D- _' b
But then again, too few to mention.
. H- K" S$ E) U! O+ [# q+ sI did what I had to do
6 H' c# q6 E6 ~: M2 EAnd saw it through without exemption.+ w+ U! R+ J" K
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I planned each charted course;
+ n5 P4 }9 w3 G. p/ }( REach careful step along the byway,: g* w1 n' t4 l% t# p
But more, much more than this,
- S) N4 @2 c. S' z: e6 xI did it my way.! Y( ]4 T, k3 L- `
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew6 j9 e, R, R6 ~' q
When I bit off more than I could chew.9 r* L/ p, C; N. ]8 R$ o
But through it all, when there was doubt,
3 R. x7 z; f& i& MI ate it up and spit it out./ @+ ~! P& B4 }1 ?
I faced it all and I stood tall;
$ {& A$ X" N; O3 Z$ fAnd did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
+ ~$ t2 L2 m; z$ c' L: @% |5 b6 S8 GI've had my fill; my share of losing.8 a) l3 @6 r5 w7 S
And now, as tears subside,4 Q8 `' X1 K) b' ^. w9 r' @
I find it all so amusing.1 s6 c7 O/ l/ z
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To think I did all that;
! A* [; r" o) jAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
% h* ~% I1 x' ~'No, oh no not me,
) ?- L2 C2 _. z) SI did it my way'.8 A& k+ Q! b# l7 o: W7 B- M8 z
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For what is a man, what has he got?: o! _2 R7 E- i
If not himself, then he has naught.
( u# v( e `- a0 B+ l* Q& D, oTo say the things he truly feels;* K0 M* G) e7 l. `7 d
And not the words of one who kneels.( C" i# Y6 r' u( E8 r$ Q2 O
The record shows I took the blows -) d8 @" }% f$ A' X8 B1 E
And did it my way! |
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