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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑
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{/ P9 `& i( c5 }! g1 I) b1 X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。8 L7 T$ }/ E4 E; g5 |) ?% V
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Funeral Blues 1 k1 V9 c7 M& a; A( h
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, & {0 a7 s1 e# h V3 f! k2 {
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
5 t' j( Y6 _ o4 x- USilence the pianos and with muffled drum - f' e1 u$ h* D4 {% w' \
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead : ]0 ]% T; k- x3 _! A2 P9 B0 D+ U
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. ) R/ Q2 V2 C1 _; ^4 U
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, ; Z# L0 x5 l0 O$ \' o! ?; B3 n
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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. }% s) h, E* Z$ jHe was my North, my South, my East and West, ) v! z& S. @ m; y' p+ q) d' y/ J1 X
My working week and my Sunday rest, " t2 J: s* c& V) V/ A+ g' X
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
: O7 q4 j) H9 s& e$ \' ?9 n5 AI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. $ A( E0 q: t/ l+ Y+ M6 G2 Q7 B
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, ; e7 a# }6 D e2 g; _4 R5 Q3 n! z- K
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
- g; C% t% r0 r+ p! ^ P3 H$ zPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
% ~$ |' @ l' z3 r6 {1 @For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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