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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 )
/ N6 \: r* { A) D- @5 rWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault; e. E8 b" n4 K; e
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And now, the end is near;3 q* X& Y+ e* Q, v. P5 K
And so I face the final curtain.& e2 {! [! }6 q" s. G4 L1 u
My friend, I'll say it clear,4 ]" r6 K# S8 E, b
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.1 ]% g4 @, i( j- \; n8 n0 h' @
3 c; L. O% _% K$ W2 u2 N) s5 sI've lived a life that's full.* f+ [1 }$ `8 ^3 I: Q" e" ]2 K
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
% s H+ R9 l$ \ ]But more, much more than this,3 U6 x! x' ]3 d; H, f
I did it my way.) N) {# m7 j! i _* z9 O+ j: u! H
$ y8 i3 B V* Q1 K0 ?Regrets, I've had a few;) U* q6 F5 ^/ I t6 Q* j
But then again, too few to mention.
2 j4 R/ f) U* c) x, tI did what I had to do
' y. o8 y% f3 z- p( b7 V% dAnd saw it through without exemption.
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I planned each charted course;
( m4 ]# l0 h% oEach careful step along the byway,
0 S" ]9 q X. m. tBut more, much more than this,
2 K/ U6 L7 `2 u" O/ @I did it my way.
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`$ E# d! q, j/ W4 }3 Z' sYes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
3 I/ C0 i! L5 W7 F9 eWhen I bit off more than I could chew.
4 C5 Y4 j+ L: K2 oBut through it all, when there was doubt,- B5 R6 s: _7 W! @+ N6 S$ f# n
I ate it up and spit it out.3 S5 v8 |; u9 M" M' N7 t0 S
I faced it all and I stood tall;$ E0 C$ {( U+ `$ `" f
And did it my way.8 x+ h7 ]# `& m5 B# ?9 w
6 h+ i" c4 |2 M+ I& D8 Y& P( II've loved, I've laughed and cried.+ j7 h% t; c7 N
I've had my fill; my share of losing.6 c8 c9 n. J3 q/ K% t
And now, as tears subside,
: D" l, R, c( i; OI find it all so amusing.# p# D+ ^6 ]' J4 l, Z: e
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To think I did all that;
$ g7 o2 X% T8 b% P+ q4 {4 _; VAnd may I say - not in a shy way,4 F4 E& j' f, h" k; v& \5 J
'No, oh no not me,
G) B1 b5 O: P$ o2 _7 n5 y1 n9 {I did it my way'.
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For what is a man, what has he got?6 P; Z1 X$ Z c
If not himself, then he has naught.' z3 z$ S( h& T1 g
To say the things he truly feels;0 C8 b6 h8 F1 |- h
And not the words of one who kneels.# z) x& k+ c# D$ _& l6 q z7 O" h3 a
The record shows I took the blows -, e' f6 Z: P# M: ]
And did it my way! |
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