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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
+ U9 B4 d4 n0 Z" l0 O0 a+ }Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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. Y6 h" f# O& D5 {And now, the end is near;$ V5 m9 d" h: J5 D. D, J
And so I face the final curtain.' u3 y1 ~! h' C8 r2 h, J3 E' w7 r
My friend, I'll say it clear," X( ?9 S4 a u7 t) w
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.8 a& ?6 e) e9 b C7 q
) @# C4 x' z* N* Q+ V& RI've lived a life that's full.
8 c2 q% Z7 A' n" T# R' s: jI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;) i9 d' l1 E+ b
But more, much more than this," B0 e! @& R' C) R5 X9 m$ Z
I did it my way., e9 Q5 M( t: @3 c; r
. \6 I1 P* ^1 o8 C* R/ n( G# GRegrets, I've had a few; @" R0 V* g4 A, p
But then again, too few to mention.
/ P b1 \. c0 J! F; RI did what I had to do
, a9 q7 j0 C9 n: YAnd saw it through without exemption.
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4 C; R/ a- Z1 I& CI planned each charted course;1 ^* ~9 ]6 k Y$ c- E
Each careful step along the byway,7 [! E* M7 P0 K- s5 |
But more, much more than this,
. [$ l0 e# ?# h8 \4 q& WI did it my way.
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- n- s8 T% f1 D: t. d+ gYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
+ j" n; Q8 `) b& d1 N3 i2 gWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
9 O' p( X4 b/ ?8 B" ?* ABut through it all, when there was doubt,/ e: x3 G# H) e2 P5 O
I ate it up and spit it out.5 ^3 k( P5 R/ W6 f" E' v
I faced it all and I stood tall;
( Y, k4 y9 R3 H/ ?; ~! K6 v& {And did it my way.
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) y$ q9 [0 ?) a# g7 O* gI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
& I+ R4 O! H3 H9 YI've had my fill; my share of losing.; t' h5 d) @) T# ~9 E
And now, as tears subside,5 G$ {# K# i; r- Z7 Q( j2 ~
I find it all so amusing.6 G4 ^ u5 @0 S3 d, M
$ l8 }$ h. `2 Q) L5 j6 o( ~To think I did all that;
X2 q: |0 ^3 u' ?8 qAnd may I say - not in a shy way,1 L1 R$ {7 E$ L! ]% G" K
'No, oh no not me,$ o4 d2 t1 J2 q6 a" u/ V
I did it my way'.% V6 f ]- h# z9 Z' m3 E3 c
. I; @; s9 B/ r- I kFor what is a man, what has he got?
& ?" H# W0 x# @5 x, v' L' q5 }If not himself, then he has naught.
3 |. {% A5 P& @ `To say the things he truly feels;/ `) T% Z |+ r4 r
And not the words of one who kneels.- Y6 D' B: O( f4 P' H% L n
The record shows I took the blows -. V* O# @5 C# z
And did it my way! |
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