        
- 帖子
- 31607
- 精華
- 0
- 威望
- 5053
- 魅力
- 1813
- 讚好
- 26
- 性別
- 男
|
7#
發表於 2008-11-14 10:03 AM
| 只看該作者
My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )& U: x" r* ^8 {7 P$ W" C
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
" ]- i; r$ L$ P: r- I/ M l7 `2 T6 i1 e% j
% [* ?! F, L1 s' ]
And now, the end is near;0 H9 V# C% @& j8 Z$ h
And so I face the final curtain.
* Y d7 q9 T/ T& ?0 Y) t8 vMy friend, I'll say it clear,% Q. Q8 w5 D: _! o. h; g
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
3 J5 H' @9 b9 K- t/ d
+ ?/ ? Q5 \6 ]$ K5 vI've lived a life that's full.% ?1 _0 g+ j) T* t1 d5 f9 f
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;% W# @& {7 P: r% D" u5 P- x
But more, much more than this,
8 k+ s- j! }0 A1 s; ZI did it my way.
% z: |9 {% I9 l, p- J+ ?
% Q0 u0 x6 i% O; c; E! uRegrets, I've had a few;; l! Z! R# ]3 g: Z3 r6 I8 ^3 y( y0 B
But then again, too few to mention.
6 P3 T' j" `5 g" }6 c) C% MI did what I had to do4 A* H A; v* w' c; G
And saw it through without exemption.$ C, R( D( m7 |1 K
% b( o* Y6 F+ o, |; R, l2 ?I planned each charted course;7 _. Z r+ \' _ r9 A1 r/ m
Each careful step along the byway,! q U, R T4 }: o" x" `2 w) b
But more, much more than this,4 J/ o8 e! g+ n( e( D: \
I did it my way.
; S: O" h1 o# N* [5 [" h2 O1 L _9 ^1 W; g$ J, W7 L9 Q" e; K! [ H5 j- E
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew6 W3 A* q4 i1 \+ q( a
When I bit off more than I could chew.0 u3 t3 z/ C }
But through it all, when there was doubt,5 {3 S: K2 I$ a7 R! |
I ate it up and spit it out.8 _. F; W( Y! ~
I faced it all and I stood tall;) d' e/ Y y( R+ F
And did it my way. \8 {9 Q9 K' D' q
8 T4 ^& W; S- m( q* [* s7 I4 K) F
I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
" V8 u. u6 T$ Y8 D- |I've had my fill; my share of losing.
$ ^5 E/ z' E+ U9 SAnd now, as tears subside,
! U7 t/ k- d2 P2 o8 m5 R9 ZI find it all so amusing.
1 N: Q; m0 S+ E% W6 B2 Y" E9 m- K% w2 d3 D9 q9 R1 a5 V8 n! y
To think I did all that;
+ W' | r x+ tAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
$ t" q, l6 i, y3 n9 ~% S4 G'No, oh no not me,) \/ L$ F2 S% v. g6 Y
I did it my way'.% y3 Y3 c' L) P
9 O& G% ^7 ?- G& m* p: TFor what is a man, what has he got?1 o* R" d8 p, `8 U9 v' r1 L' I# L
If not himself, then he has naught.
# v2 W0 b: ?, s* G6 a: M1 kTo say the things he truly feels;
0 ?: W9 P1 y+ h2 d# {( }And not the words of one who kneels.
% X' \/ c7 h2 O5 @The record shows I took the blows -
2 a( z9 h. H* D! B, d" S4 X: WAnd did it my way! |
|