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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 )
p) v4 B) F2 p8 Q% W+ _% Z8 ^Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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3 d: [* D1 U# y7 [And now, the end is near;/ M/ y3 X4 _& N9 p7 X1 ^8 [
And so I face the final curtain.* X: u6 ~: G% [" w, ]
My friend, I'll say it clear,
8 M3 O. W8 }) _I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.3 R, }) ]: l8 O- e" N
% h+ E" C" E5 c8 j, X" y; C- z: @I've lived a life that's full.
( a* `: J% p! L2 g/ ~# vI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;& l( X( d" r' @# G( z
But more, much more than this,6 L4 w. V! P7 a* z. `
I did it my way.; m* _6 z& `" M1 h" \" q& G
5 \% R) o0 F; Z0 X' o1 L& E: XRegrets, I've had a few;, N$ d& |4 ^2 O2 Q; i4 c+ W: k1 I
But then again, too few to mention.8 n: N- K) B& c; u8 s) `
I did what I had to do2 M. ]1 T7 H9 o% [2 z: T/ a
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
2 J; \* Y8 |( J9 [Each careful step along the byway,
/ `3 K9 \' R% [But more, much more than this,
: `+ v c9 q+ {8 u! L7 e3 m& yI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
5 a8 B, V0 V9 Z& l( U3 M$ FWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
k9 d" n1 b ]1 U( IBut through it all, when there was doubt,8 @( \2 P! i x1 i( j; f) t
I ate it up and spit it out.4 W( V7 s/ f2 Z H% k$ `/ S/ ?
I faced it all and I stood tall;
) r" R+ g1 ~2 x9 v* Z/ p* hAnd did it my way.
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: L0 ?. L/ w" y) S- AI've loved, I've laughed and cried.+ `6 o. j5 G( q4 k* F- g
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
) Y# d4 r# m" fAnd now, as tears subside,7 b+ _$ R- q& J) T
I find it all so amusing.# c U' B: e/ r( l
" Y( b# f) p$ X# j$ C# z! }To think I did all that;
, H% s+ E: e# ]0 oAnd may I say - not in a shy way,* |& S- G. i9 S$ N
'No, oh no not me,; s" ] q+ Z7 \* l$ U- X7 t; f
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?) G! X6 W# [! @ `# s' m% `
If not himself, then he has naught.
, Y1 p' f( y( y9 H% P* CTo say the things he truly feels;, A7 m. O/ D* Z; }7 e% v
And not the words of one who kneels.1 F) e8 F/ c* @
The record shows I took the blows -
5 Q, `$ G- b6 _' J7 ZAnd did it my way! |
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