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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 & }8 e' r/ t, r3 s& T
! F6 A6 _- H' _& j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。6 W S5 }2 N9 W" s8 c! x( X
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Funeral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
3 T0 J; |- T; f' c: x IPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
" C1 p4 U% X4 [2 b! u: A, MSilence the pianos and with muffled drum
" z7 T0 ~' @; m7 Z! w- fBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. ( d' ?, X9 T+ \" x" u
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
* j6 L; x9 Q$ T* \7 D3 J1 B; NScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
8 [0 C2 _- C$ t, H& qPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
7 Y. }, Z* W( ^4 F& n* `Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. - K: i( C/ c' R5 ]( Z6 E
+ W E5 b z, H( @' RHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
4 k: `. B l3 ^. [) K/ s# N! \My working week and my Sunday rest,
/ @3 I% `7 O, q" S! cMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; " ^6 |( c8 ]1 J* ?, W) f+ d" V
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. $ {2 K& }% s U# _ i
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
7 S: c8 f8 T, {$ bPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
- M$ O3 [2 [9 O* ~, gPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
# \* _9 m. d# YFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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