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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 . i4 A+ @* V0 L; d
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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。% C1 H5 S6 n* C1 O
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8 z @4 R9 C6 W$ o/ a' R4 F( A2 wFuneral Blues
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9 I7 k! m7 F: i6 U( P* F8 Q, b" pStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
5 J9 h# w. |& o# F' j; \) jPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
0 }( n9 \- \1 ?: }1 _- O) e% lSilence the pianos and with muffled drum
* C) x; O8 |* f, fBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. & c* h% k; N5 i* X9 F
/ P. r$ J, S& k$ }; c# V: l& DLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
: n F: l" y0 P9 Q1 v/ RScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
8 i5 G8 m5 ^7 yPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
$ b Y) x2 b% H0 K# GLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 3 U3 {/ T) u S4 z$ G! Z8 y1 c
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
. v+ M2 X. R+ B8 ?My working week and my Sunday rest, # H/ Y6 g$ b6 h r* _4 L+ \
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 0 m- W* e5 i2 n5 {4 ~
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
" C$ R. e, l! j1 p W3 i* _4 d4 f! |Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 6 y# d: m6 x! p# b6 l8 P6 k
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
/ d" x: q: G1 J) kFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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