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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。2 \% f9 a) C1 K* u1 [
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Funeral Blues
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* {5 R* G* K+ k) lStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, ) l- _7 {% S$ z& V! o
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
) v# G: X+ p: L, Q7 E3 U' Z# cSilence the pianos and with muffled drum 3 U) c) T/ G! R9 w+ B6 e2 K% ?( s8 v
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 3 \+ Q6 Y+ S1 j! y7 |+ I9 x/ }
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 0 q$ j0 j1 ^- M9 v9 v! v
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 2 y+ u& O' Z$ `7 c8 m, N
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 2 c$ d7 Y c4 @4 s: Y, I. k6 D5 p# Z
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. ( k5 P% ?! s# M/ n$ [1 g
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
+ b2 Q% }" X' jMy working week and my Sunday rest, ) K4 g; D# Y d5 f6 X
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
% r$ z# d& E3 p) k/ ZI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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& a4 `$ {. L5 I2 O8 Q, ^( ?+ NThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
$ c3 u1 i2 U' C6 b; O" O; v! Y0 fPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
- R( [" i9 U- \- |. U# z. T, D; bPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 7 `2 ^1 C$ q6 l" Q" E& K5 @% `
For nothing now can ever come to any good. 8 J6 Q1 U# n2 p, o% X! V; x
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