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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 )
{1 N9 L2 @' X0 R6 G8 O* iWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault6 o$ E5 t. n/ u# |
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- Y- j& _* J- p5 F- j0 u4 ^7 l" RAnd now, the end is near;% F: Y7 H& u4 `% l" \9 V
And so I face the final curtain.
. q6 L( o! q( kMy friend, I'll say it clear,* |* p5 b3 j1 q6 {
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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k% H. K; S% m( J% A1 ZI've lived a life that's full.
) S7 D/ k3 w- p, dI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
5 ~. E& ^$ T) ~ ~; ?$ @; |But more, much more than this," ] V; z1 J3 y& h) |# {, O% A( X- S7 K
I did it my way.1 K4 l: e; i, C* N' {% N B+ B/ p
. o1 p7 O; N4 R% ]* V! e$ d, eRegrets, I've had a few;3 L. p! q$ `* c. ]# V# ~
But then again, too few to mention., Y2 \2 M5 ^4 {' R9 o
I did what I had to do
0 S6 p; j7 x3 D8 ^2 ~$ C I) [1 QAnd saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;3 Q6 m6 e/ D7 `' V' u+ ^: R
Each careful step along the byway,# B% }4 ^" g5 X
But more, much more than this,
8 t. q2 @- P5 \) [( h' }I did it my way.! k" g& q- o5 |0 j
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
: V! ?+ H0 l3 d# o- d7 X+ }! n$ x, [When I bit off more than I could chew.
% w6 ~" N B6 Y: y' BBut through it all, when there was doubt,
& c) T% r3 G* F6 C+ m! m5 C, {3 nI ate it up and spit it out.
& D) r, i4 u+ \4 DI faced it all and I stood tall;
( S& {0 l4 v/ aAnd did it my way.
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8 j8 U4 d6 N% N! ZI've loved, I've laughed and cried.! `( @# j, Q: P x- Y
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
2 A8 l$ G% ?+ b5 P H# rAnd now, as tears subside," f7 ^. i9 Y2 R
I find it all so amusing.
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4 K+ z, N h" |4 X/ y1 r! CTo think I did all that;6 k. U9 T f3 y5 J7 f+ H4 u5 s
And may I say - not in a shy way,% |: W. J3 i9 t. s, }2 W( Z: f- L
'No, oh no not me," t$ w5 [- o. U% k( _
I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?9 q" F+ c5 Y8 s. M
If not himself, then he has naught.0 m" {' h7 E2 F% j
To say the things he truly feels;
1 I( {% B' S0 @! t sAnd not the words of one who kneels.
1 s' [2 X! B$ \3 q/ k* Z7 pThe record shows I took the blows -
5 h& n& p. Y; p9 O9 GAnd did it my way! |
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