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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 )6 {: _ N# p; r9 P4 K5 V. A
Written: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault% ^) d$ K! D- @" J
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4 j+ x0 k, p7 x/ L5 W; P9 X0 BAnd now, the end is near;
2 c0 n- z% u# \1 b9 {And so I face the final curtain.0 R; a6 ?9 \6 y' ^. R Z7 w& `
My friend, I'll say it clear,
8 X2 P7 c; _+ I0 [$ x9 e wI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.6 S* L+ c, f) I5 o; {9 D
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I've lived a life that's full.
3 G! V `3 `3 e9 ?" G9 SI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
! a5 Y* C; ^% F- Q' W) xBut more, much more than this,
, ~8 m" y/ r$ |/ g9 D9 N# pI did it my way.
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4 Z3 Q( W3 l: {, k9 b3 i/ \2 kRegrets, I've had a few;8 p% q1 v# {, q( u1 u5 f' `
But then again, too few to mention.
V" D( T$ `. N+ q+ {, T M6 }I did what I had to do. C# d( v( q7 [) l
And saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;* A& g) J' }4 i) T" D* r9 i5 E; k
Each careful step along the byway,
6 f, ^* ]5 V2 RBut more, much more than this,) w8 i7 ~% M" E0 B
I did it my way.7 t6 Q7 w! b; t
! D/ ]6 _0 e, S% r5 F! w7 AYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew; D7 J/ F& z! j, r( j! U
When I bit off more than I could chew.
9 r+ R% @1 L! `' u" vBut through it all, when there was doubt,
4 h9 d8 b) m! L8 r, eI ate it up and spit it out.$ r# s, Y' a, r( D
I faced it all and I stood tall;
% R8 ?0 y5 l' X" j# d1 }0 ~, I+ f" TAnd did it my way.
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) C! [7 ^0 Z, k& a0 J a$ oI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
* M7 B- v' B4 ~8 UI've had my fill; my share of losing.! F6 O+ v& }/ C. _
And now, as tears subside,
% \* ?% l$ u5 g$ s" Z- fI find it all so amusing./ t+ L& z) V* n! Y) @
$ _& M# H( ~9 F9 M1 K+ t7 hTo think I did all that;! @% K( u3 e U4 ^; @7 o$ Z
And may I say - not in a shy way,9 e5 Y& I" s" Z, Q
'No, oh no not me,
, W5 X# A6 f# H; QI did it my way'.* A8 H7 S5 A: O
" a1 j1 R6 u0 _% Y ZFor what is a man, what has he got?/ F: F5 n. M& {5 j# w* E- ^
If not himself, then he has naught.( j% H4 v4 _+ V( m9 z2 @1 ~
To say the things he truly feels;
$ Y- E* }' E, E; U0 C3 bAnd not the words of one who kneels.
% B3 o5 c( E, P! b5 O/ C& ZThe record shows I took the blows -* q5 @ s( @' c$ d0 `2 A2 _) \6 w" w# E
And did it my way! |
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