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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑
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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。8 T- n. m* |7 _- z+ X! i
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0 H3 ~2 t4 J5 G7 S5 }Funeral Blues # n; y' d; T# }* O# N; l
# l' B8 Z, v6 Q8 xStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
+ I! T- ]+ ~/ p3 mPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
- ~9 c9 C+ V" B/ G: N; Q* NSilence the pianos and with muffled drum # c# s( h% i: O9 ~. t+ Y
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 5 [" h7 t3 l% O. R/ t# c" A7 z6 n+ \
: R2 A+ w+ M7 e; u' hLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 9 n/ {3 i9 |9 c0 G$ U% [% |$ v" Y
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. ) c; I$ N/ G4 d6 U! [* E r
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
) k; U# n0 [0 D3 qLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. ; m7 t4 k l4 W( I: ^ f$ r. h
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
4 s; @" z' O9 ?, k" _' N3 y, oMy working week and my Sunday rest,
- J7 V* F4 n- i( Y4 y: }, e pMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
& a+ {% m z/ G* C/ {7 J7 D# MI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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& m* t8 h0 d6 ^ P: f0 J$ FThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, " m" G7 K0 Y9 g0 |! D& {4 J
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
: k: o% Q7 f |+ s- zPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
, O5 {& \/ f$ X2 mFor nothing now can ever come to any good. 5 B- o! @6 M2 c, o V4 K
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