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, T; C# {; \6 V! ^& M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。
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Funeral Blues # x* m, e9 {6 h$ D/ f! @/ u. |! l
+ E G/ r) R/ @4 N! Q2 sStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
+ H9 F) e$ P. _+ F& u. |1 ~- QPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, * |+ C' z6 ^+ h# |- E! {0 v
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
. T, j* R: V4 D, t0 VBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
1 w. Q9 s6 D; c8 a9 z. H& t; eScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 8 M2 b7 t$ g% r5 F* x0 |, l
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 7 ~) _8 g/ z1 S: q4 t; ~4 x4 R
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 1 w9 Z) L& I3 `. ~1 ]" l& a4 C
6 ]9 N d7 A; i+ ^( M6 lHe was my North, my South, my East and West, 5 I6 U: y7 ?( z, }' V$ i
My working week and my Sunday rest,
$ g) R D' S! c" F/ t7 HMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; 5 H- q2 F, @0 o- m, }4 g4 ]
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. & V( E" H: K% c8 D8 {- J
+ V6 u7 ?* M% b1 F+ k8 ?: k6 S0 Z& JThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, - n: H- W+ C$ d% z! C
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 4 I3 D' _& T; o, v& h+ s( o3 R: a
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
+ V0 X# s, Q% nFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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