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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 )# n j; B2 B8 g9 o+ k
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault7 h0 y2 i! v& @: I
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( m* _2 {1 M8 t1 oAnd now, the end is near;
* z+ W: ^( \' u' y$ h- TAnd so I face the final curtain.
0 y, C0 ~' |# {( xMy friend, I'll say it clear,
- |% ^5 o( z9 Y9 |9 l. cI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.: P& Q( g) E6 j$ l" c) \6 X0 p
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
3 k1 b' N5 K2 |! RBut more, much more than this,
( E/ u$ X X$ [$ N5 CI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;- A) n; B/ c6 d7 s/ V9 G# U
But then again, too few to mention.) [ {( E' B' [% r$ u' S
I did what I had to do
* P z+ V7 M2 a' H9 G l! NAnd saw it through without exemption.
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) U) [, l+ z. y4 K9 ? H7 dI planned each charted course;! h7 N! T% y1 X ?% z
Each careful step along the byway,
: n/ K6 K0 ~# aBut more, much more than this,
: `9 c2 Z; Y+ yI did it my way.
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew- R5 {( T/ K! B! C, y
When I bit off more than I could chew.
# P8 F) v9 C! M, u( iBut through it all, when there was doubt,
; a7 w: _" Q) w- _7 WI ate it up and spit it out.
/ z6 [0 ?0 D7 }4 J6 eI faced it all and I stood tall;
' z, Z, @5 [. V6 ]0 `' K* ^( SAnd did it my way.' J0 K E1 J' ^) d% y- W; n
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.- G5 p. P# t& X2 Y/ I& M( Z
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
! q* V5 x- a! S' o6 R# BAnd now, as tears subside,
7 Y2 D& a# E' W' uI find it all so amusing.
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8 B; g4 w2 c5 y: |6 I4 l$ ITo think I did all that;
" R. Q8 {' q a, e: u4 {$ }) OAnd may I say - not in a shy way,8 T- {- b9 D8 E2 [. O
'No, oh no not me,6 i# A& j4 E2 _) w( F& K
I did it my way'.
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2 j& y2 e: r {; `: o* x4 w: lFor what is a man, what has he got?
0 ~" u/ `$ o% J0 K+ p- a8 fIf not himself, then he has naught.6 e- c0 x* M5 i1 b5 X% k& X
To say the things he truly feels;
* _+ R3 N/ T# ]9 W/ xAnd not the words of one who kneels., A% a+ z1 L; H, \# K: N1 b# D; @
The record shows I took the blows -( H9 t! g+ D: Y7 q! N/ l
And did it my way! |
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