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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑
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2 c' s/ W" [" m) ]3 l1 e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。 d% b: K' H' h) Z* [0 v
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Funeral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
, C' R0 i! X: Y* L/ HPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 6 x- h) v! k5 n6 g2 \! @! u
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 3 t$ q! u2 L+ K( D6 y ~( P3 p
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. / S' _. h2 H* s) b) E2 k0 }( ?" ?
% X- P5 W, O s1 r9 m( v' i! WLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
, p5 X! T9 K! z0 _( T9 G* w S7 ZScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 7 e2 n- V" o) m* N3 ^, u, W. |3 V1 Y; x
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
( c! K: U. r' g& O( x7 \5 I QLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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! \5 G" `5 y, d0 T9 AHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
! J! G0 x0 \# S8 S! j; SMy working week and my Sunday rest, / ]$ o9 q, S3 `% B& S0 j; ~2 }
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
3 { `4 T/ s1 A( c) B4 Z3 x4 VI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. , m( O+ m4 N$ m# g; }
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, 4 H5 B- q! K7 L/ f( G' M
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 0 ?* L7 x3 R* \8 W
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; / H" W l5 L8 k0 V: Z! i+ c$ {% ^! H4 Z
For nothing now can ever come to any good. : F4 Q4 c/ X4 v* d( z5 ]% t
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