My Way: An Unconventional Journey Through Music and Languages

Hello and welcome back to Richmond. Doing weird with a microphone. Today I’m going to be singing Frank Sinatra’s my way. So yeah, enjoy and know the end is here. And so.

โอเค. ซับซ้อนคาสาล. I’ll say it clear. I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full of travel, each and every highway and more, much more than this. I did it my way. Regrets? I’ve had a few, but then I get too few to mention. I did what I had to do and saw it through.

อุ้ยเศร้าเด้งสร้างสรรค์. อายลา. And each shutted course, each careful step along the byway and more, much more than this. I did is my way. Yes, that number times. I’m sure you know when I did all, much more than I could show. But the real, when I was done. What are you like why they still and I stood for headed in my I weigh I’ve loved, I’ve left and cry. I’ve had my fear. Yêu maisa gì? And now as to subside, I find it also so abusing to think I did all that. And may I say, not in a shy way or no, oh, not me. I did is my way. For what is a man? What has he got if not himself, then he has not to say the a.