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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 . S1 }6 r: S1 N& x0 K9 T
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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。$ X; B L) }5 V- x6 a
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Funeral Blues
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# X; ?; S" U& H" @Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
# w2 W- U, d3 w) L" D; [" B+ C0 I+ IPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
; R7 ]* S* ]! _5 cSilence the pianos and with muffled drum # Q; y6 k" z+ @ Z& j3 C; a. l! C4 r
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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8 L1 O3 K! W- _" XLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
/ w) P3 b S6 b$ U' p; dScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
% S& }5 t/ ^0 x+ d, j3 w4 F* MPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
3 d1 b' x* p6 w$ L" ^/ ~Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. . t3 f$ y: a9 y0 G- M% Q Q* N
8 i; A: m m( ]He was my North, my South, my East and West,
6 X ~5 `3 N4 e$ I2 E7 |$ jMy working week and my Sunday rest, 2 u: q" `* \# {' o( C/ e
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
3 C9 d" {- v) P J6 v) XI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 4 B1 r' T$ v% Q/ q
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, 8 I( {9 E6 G; K# z9 X) V/ k5 N
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, / b" N9 K5 w- i( m6 I
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 5 D) \7 b8 s4 a! ^# H1 E" q
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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