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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 % l* a4 Q2 V3 h. j( P& u: [
: l8 T! ]/ \; |- z2 H+ N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
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& J& z* W8 m5 P! e4 ]+ E: zStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
, b; V. F3 J8 n9 c6 p- DPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, + C8 e7 y& E% a4 o
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum : m1 ~2 m3 p0 `& ^$ e* |
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 8 w9 v: ^. l X( p7 l6 P: w4 \
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
: j, I$ ^! Q% oPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, ; g- y) N& \' L: T" U: E2 D- n. M
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. " V, W% L6 H" C5 V2 a. b. Y1 P
0 c2 h$ ^, l0 vHe was my North, my South, my East and West, a2 g% u; Y# E. v* g- ~
My working week and my Sunday rest,
4 q$ l& `3 \: P8 n. w$ _' sMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
1 W( \5 T3 N2 A' L! sI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 2 z8 k8 e2 p! p# A) S5 l
& I/ b, _9 S1 M1 H* P" c; QThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
, b. v) q# r) {0 L2 F# TPack up the moon and dismantle the sun, # c4 N" Z y: M- Z
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
/ @' I. t( C& R3 @6 V" ]For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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