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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 )
% n8 s, i0 g: z2 h, iWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault) Y2 M' g2 i9 H5 C0 L( d
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And now, the end is near;
' J- Z, T$ k/ R9 U% f+ rAnd so I face the final curtain.
9 T8 c; e0 m; D% H( P) cMy friend, I'll say it clear,
5 A. U5 M; y! `8 GI'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.7 C- g& z/ t: n, J" _1 Z
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;, K- H, o ?: h# N" i
But more, much more than this,
# M' a$ ~* D7 B3 nI did it my way.
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Regrets, I've had a few;
' F4 U; x6 e4 F- HBut then again, too few to mention.# c2 p; F9 F' q
I did what I had to do9 C2 G* M6 V r2 Q* k$ G$ x$ T
And saw it through without exemption.* T& p0 c m9 f& D2 A! {& f
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I planned each charted course;8 N6 ^5 S- _- m/ P$ h
Each careful step along the byway,
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I did it my way.7 ~4 [% e- u( q, _7 {6 e: ]; V
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
# B3 M+ G9 s2 H0 ~3 z' q1 [When I bit off more than I could chew.* o4 A8 A. Q% _) K+ C" Z
But through it all, when there was doubt,
7 I0 o6 O; T5 D1 u3 pI ate it up and spit it out.1 N" I6 _0 {% O
I faced it all and I stood tall;# ?$ S2 G! s3 C2 _) D
And did it my way.
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I've loved, I've laughed and cried.' M: S7 G- W# s. L) V% C( j" H
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
3 N' u: Z% P; O# xAnd now, as tears subside,- w; Y& }- k0 a8 ]) J1 D6 M
I find it all so amusing.
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To think I did all that;: Z6 R* r' t# Z3 X/ A
And may I say - not in a shy way,& B2 h* q7 \ S7 v3 E
'No, oh no not me,
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For what is a man, what has he got?
$ J& ~! y/ Q; X4 a1 KIf not himself, then he has naught./ t$ W4 q- T. r9 C
To say the things he truly feels;8 p: `8 h- v, A: x% Y
And not the words of one who kneels.1 C" c! m/ W) z
The record shows I took the blows -. t" H* W, Q+ g8 Z: e
And did it my way! |
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