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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 )( r1 B# ^0 d( d' e
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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+ b5 h6 K4 `: b; Y& f" D' B! DAnd now, the end is near;
* z/ i: B [2 k }: g4 dAnd so I face the final curtain.6 M0 w4 e4 n7 Z+ L
My friend, I'll say it clear,
0 W6 T$ _9 I. [2 II'll state my case, of which I'm certain.: [+ k8 h$ ^0 J. Z& P- K: L5 i
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I've lived a life that's full.
# u. C# [9 V3 ~2 H) n1 u) {I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
' Q& @ t! m' BBut more, much more than this,6 c" Q9 h: \6 C+ k8 w- U
I did it my way.& C' _( y2 g7 M; J. C. J) P# s
3 N6 |# l8 k# _7 p8 _' R1 ~Regrets, I've had a few;& S% K$ e+ z* t
But then again, too few to mention.
1 u7 K+ C3 o% D/ n) `- }: |I did what I had to do2 y' l5 `, s7 S9 g8 R
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
4 W$ N8 {( k0 @ | E4 oEach careful step along the byway,! J7 W- |/ H% L' w; l! }) U3 ?
But more, much more than this,0 E8 x% i( b m9 @( G4 j4 P
I did it my way.( K7 R; r4 T" Z7 z9 ?
, q+ Q& }* Z n. zYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew+ N5 D- }0 j6 c& {
When I bit off more than I could chew.
0 N4 n& j# f; W L' x, Y y( k' Y2 d2 KBut through it all, when there was doubt,
; b: l# p1 X) ^8 D6 f( q7 QI ate it up and spit it out.: x' Z& t. Z$ t+ E$ e
I faced it all and I stood tall;
; U$ [& L+ x' Y- oAnd did it my way.
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) M" i( q- ]; Y zI've loved, I've laughed and cried.$ Z+ G6 [8 L6 y4 E0 f+ Q
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
8 m9 a$ j% J% m3 f) S; K" eAnd now, as tears subside,
6 d) ?( r( D3 m+ U5 @5 X9 q) qI find it all so amusing.8 G% w: n7 b( m" T5 u$ w; C
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To think I did all that;
. G2 O5 V' A, I1 p sAnd may I say - not in a shy way,& p, n3 y) y/ K b' [- h5 G% B
'No, oh no not me,
4 X5 x! P2 \* D! NI did it my way'.
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8 j# \. u2 k U: `( UFor what is a man, what has he got?. o! d O' Y4 m. b9 _2 X. A/ Q- {
If not himself, then he has naught.
& W3 l# v0 g, S4 pTo say the things he truly feels;
, d! S6 c0 U4 X4 d& b7 nAnd not the words of one who kneels.
" M, {0 y: G3 RThe record shows I took the blows -" B% C& V0 M" b7 i
And did it my way! |
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