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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑
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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。$ [+ v* M0 k4 T9 V' ]
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7 J- W Y9 E. ] }3 q/ A; `4 e/ M* lFuneral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
n3 P) z4 p+ c- y* O/ @Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, - D6 F8 Q% w u# ^, m+ f
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum w' X' o! P# J: W
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 0 [; l2 k6 J6 z0 ]- a9 F
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
& s% K5 S9 h a' \7 X& K+ YScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. - m5 i& j8 m; D: O+ P
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, v( k% j. t& t( s" u+ u" }
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 3 M- J0 W1 {/ L' q, J
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
5 f) o- a7 ?. u: M3 }My working week and my Sunday rest, . S. h/ d4 C/ _0 D/ t) g
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
! Y+ Z# {& Q5 t2 P& u& X6 cI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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& M$ s6 {# ~8 d) S: B- t. f4 n% RThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, & z4 A; s7 M6 T* P
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 0 ~+ W! R+ v7 j% `. z: D
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
* d% H1 k; C1 o6 N# eFor nothing now can ever come to any good. 2 A/ N( i3 B6 m3 S; T
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