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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra ), b1 Z8 Q- a1 n5 i- o
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault7 c1 e- j0 ~4 L4 O
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6 y; n: j; ^" N0 @& {/ }/ F+ HAnd now, the end is near;
- N4 Z6 Y; P6 c8 R/ EAnd so I face the final curtain.. u; @7 j! d2 D. a
My friend, I'll say it clear,) J& `7 |2 @ U
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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1 C+ C( ]5 q& j6 A; j8 [7 F$ JI've lived a life that's full.
' [6 o; I8 c( {I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
) O7 U, D; `+ w1 g% aBut more, much more than this,0 t& [. v1 v% G4 I0 |
I did it my way.
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$ k/ {0 \5 m& ~5 l! B! M6 JRegrets, I've had a few;* i. z" @8 d" S
But then again, too few to mention.
" S; n6 ^0 K) A7 II did what I had to do
! G# p- c7 S, c0 y% X; [And saw it through without exemption.6 D! j% v$ J- V* k. ?8 P/ c
7 N$ U+ @+ A8 J0 \/ |I planned each charted course;
, p& K% x0 \2 z+ W* o4 m, o7 cEach careful step along the byway,
# P2 R! h- C+ }But more, much more than this,
, b7 H6 G+ i' ^I did it my way." B7 z9 t# _+ W# S- |+ W
; [; U9 ]& C m6 eYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
?' L+ @- g5 d# T( K+ _0 H- t5 HWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
6 `. l* _/ V& s6 E% u& v9 h7 c* Y; `But through it all, when there was doubt,
' k4 S3 X' Z8 w6 ~4 vI ate it up and spit it out.
- O$ f4 I* E7 m- f( K: HI faced it all and I stood tall;
' B9 O& S# W: }9 J. V5 QAnd did it my way.9 z2 F7 g' ?2 Q' ?6 @" ~/ _
- ~! s' o5 D" z+ f5 F. ]- K9 CI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
: w% K2 @- z; E, [9 x: QI've had my fill; my share of losing.1 M% X1 m4 S: E
And now, as tears subside,
8 P! u! n; V' w2 z& h! m) xI find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;
2 w; c% j- K) S: qAnd may I say - not in a shy way,/ f' B! @7 o. A
'No, oh no not me,
% y0 m ^9 {0 gI did it my way'.
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6 D5 j! W6 I* j7 g; }5 v! f2 h& p3 G* OFor what is a man, what has he got?
, J$ F0 ~+ q' f% A* EIf not himself, then he has naught.; o6 {/ j8 l0 O( K
To say the things he truly feels;
9 d, B$ G+ | V/ k" fAnd not the words of one who kneels.
+ a+ b6 k; A9 c& o% zThe record shows I took the blows -& d/ O0 L; P- H( Q
And did it my way! |
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