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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 / g+ q% S* @7 c5 s
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我很喜欢这段朗诵了,但是自己学不来。朗诵和唱歌一样,不是会说话就行的。3 p( M! r& `, T2 C F: p
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Funeral Blues 3 c" b0 t6 ^1 H/ ~9 C( V( O1 H
. s5 P2 M/ O! tStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
) T- i" v" Q2 L* \1 XPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 2 } t. f1 @. I) d7 A3 e. _6 N
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
. M$ G- R4 H& U! E! C; h" VBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead % p; s+ X: p4 h+ z5 s" [5 W
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 0 `2 O" G0 Y+ k5 _5 U/ C$ j" g
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, ' V O* M8 Y f7 I0 q+ [! p
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 2 h w: N0 a: I/ X
& p4 Y# m( Q3 n. pHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
3 Q3 P( u1 L" W/ ZMy working week and my Sunday rest, . D2 `* Y/ Q( I) [& g
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 9 U6 V- z' F" X
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. % h! U {' J! t, N4 F
2 f: ~5 M! `! {, V# ~ _The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, # w R* t9 O! c7 @! X
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, & A: I( R+ u6 ~. \1 a7 z
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 0 P" O Q% f. V
For nothing now can ever come to any good. ! c8 O5 t* }% ]8 u$ x
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