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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 6 Z5 B) f7 s; N0 F* V( q1 V6 y
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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。; Y6 V& h" x% W8 ^9 |
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`" t$ ~+ B9 d& |: u: fFuneral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, 5 m5 S7 M- n5 `; l- ?! Z( z
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, : q/ a0 I: @$ Y4 G/ j8 o( |( [
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum + y1 \* M/ O1 }+ x5 i9 z) _
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. $ h' Q' o1 v9 D# ~; n9 S
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
" {8 D' I% B) C0 e: t$ T4 q+ lScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
+ X( J# n* N1 a! E6 o1 ]Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
- K4 D) ^( T0 [: W5 n9 l* ULet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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5 F1 W! j* j. d& K" AHe was my North, my South, my East and West, " W' l P# }" Z4 C. \$ d3 \
My working week and my Sunday rest, t( J/ ]- d# F+ M5 U- f
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
$ @3 ^$ f% a6 u( YI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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. N' m! y0 b" T; F) e; ~3 a1 M0 lThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, 9 u9 u }+ B9 A* _/ r3 i
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
q2 o: B0 T: h, ^5 x" vPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
3 b' K6 o# k: CFor nothing now can ever come to any good. # b9 W9 }! H& V' R2 M7 k7 I
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