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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 8 Z# h$ \% v, R6 ^( _
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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。
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Funeral Blues 4 E6 d+ N& i. [: v! A, o
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
" T$ y' k ]! _* h/ lPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
6 q: B6 A) a. _& N' t$ _& ^Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
9 a _5 {3 `* v2 l- P& `$ cBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 4 F, l! p% m9 Y2 s' }4 p! k0 c
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. + c R! F2 B3 [" E: ~' s3 p: J2 z% U
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
3 s0 b! G# h6 V3 ILet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
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My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; " k! r% ~4 Y( \% P& Q# c
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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1 P% j2 b% D1 d ^The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
/ o: ^1 a/ y; @8 _" J( t1 RPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
) T5 {8 N( Y! b1 nPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
+ [/ X0 G. q& b+ i9 C7 \$ _For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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