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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 )
5 w! m: R. Q$ G5 b. AWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault9 q$ j, P; A# h; ?0 W9 c
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* z4 W" }( j w; B @' G9 sAnd now, the end is near;) X) ?+ b1 D, c% s! b0 r7 Z, w
And so I face the final curtain.3 g6 t0 k. G$ S0 Z$ B/ W
My friend, I'll say it clear,( C7 c8 V3 @" g
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.9 h* N. A* D) \3 P# x
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I've lived a life that's full.* W/ H! n5 x) X
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;7 |! h3 M' l& `% i$ `! q$ Z
But more, much more than this,
2 g# }: K8 B. |, a! ?5 [I did it my way.) i+ S3 D8 V8 s. k# [% u4 c( h' i
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Regrets, I've had a few;
9 L2 R( h3 ~" ^! q* b: D/ }! EBut then again, too few to mention./ c7 N5 @: }7 c$ ?
I did what I had to do( {& Q/ T3 Q* k9 c+ F' C
And saw it through without exemption.! B) z0 m+ W! n* a6 r- W8 G
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I planned each charted course;
2 B9 A" K( @* s0 p8 B0 T7 t5 [Each careful step along the byway,
i x( f* n5 K! n1 W) ABut more, much more than this,
0 S1 |0 [2 T) p _% zI did it my way.8 z) w3 f' X6 S' c6 V' h1 j3 k+ C
6 J0 @2 p" M4 R8 JYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
* B& ]8 j, M1 t8 uWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
2 w! G5 k u3 L5 k0 Z6 V- ABut through it all, when there was doubt,
% e8 i! e R8 q2 A9 K) a5 O) u8 i- W* `6 rI ate it up and spit it out.
; W- K+ ^, o0 j( sI faced it all and I stood tall;
2 `- `) x3 o9 t8 ?: r: cAnd did it my way.
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+ W1 L. q8 R0 MI've loved, I've laughed and cried.; V& S' O; s$ v2 u
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
9 u- C/ T- Q0 p8 e8 a# WAnd now, as tears subside,
7 W* q3 C0 ^- N6 k8 H8 `I find it all so amusing. M, k# Y' ^" {' {- @8 F* ~8 \% p
+ P. `2 N: H* q+ u) gTo think I did all that;
6 B2 G+ r7 g ^0 y( ^" fAnd may I say - not in a shy way,
5 q5 J! C* e' F- |. w'No, oh no not me,
4 k, h0 {/ v& e u" zI did it my way'.
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0 J, d) c" ?" C$ M" t0 RFor what is a man, what has he got?: h1 z# n6 y. R0 l1 O8 e& J- }
If not himself, then he has naught.* Y! S S M3 F" ]+ l
To say the things he truly feels;
/ M2 R+ e7 w; J& C( d$ P6 sAnd not the words of one who kneels.
& g- H, ?0 A8 S( E N$ L( G' j0 @The record shows I took the blows -# z: \/ Z0 c F3 n8 e9 @
And did it my way! |
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