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6 g% Q( ]; Z0 Z9 _& @- 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。, n- |! s- a+ l* n: T. ^. a- }
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Funeral Blues ' D% P2 l& r3 e9 ?4 `
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, ! N% p: {, n, c1 C4 C3 h
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
: q* K0 n* \$ g: O5 N+ }3 \Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
' d1 ~& ]. ~# q( F( ~% Q& f- O+ c1 QBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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* X1 s3 z; f |: cLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
; s! x) R( R5 V' u# @1 R+ s. V! DScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
8 J, y q, {/ I3 k" J; UPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, % m4 Y) ^$ q) y% K
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 0 e7 A( a: f! g5 k8 @8 G# r" _
, S0 q" k9 H4 R& X1 W) ~He was my North, my South, my East and West, ' {) c5 `; f* C9 K4 Q5 Z1 a( L5 D
My working week and my Sunday rest, , B3 b7 o% Q% c; D) d
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; $ Q5 h, Z* u8 d" ^
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. - ^" b8 J* m9 P# w0 N7 c
9 {7 T% h3 p6 ~6 ` [5 X4 q2 RThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, & q. @4 r F! ?; H
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
' R N: C% Z' ]8 ^, p2 l$ i! OPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; % e* s7 c$ k+ n U! m
For nothing now can ever come to any good. , }7 p/ o+ Z8 ^+ ~
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