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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 8 t. t8 Z# z, H$ g' o Y
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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。
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5 L0 U5 Q& A3 BFuneral Blues : S2 N6 b' p' h7 V- G4 u8 b) [
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, 3 _3 s7 n, k% H( V* T2 \' C; n( x6 |
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
3 n" A2 T9 F! }/ @Silence the pianos and with muffled drum ( ?4 [/ U4 O. d' N- t) i# H4 v
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. |+ M1 Y6 M I0 S" s
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead + i; F5 Z l0 `7 D
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 9 s2 |' a/ ^) b9 E
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
0 Q0 H( `+ S- O" L! Q2 G/ _. n8 gLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. $ f0 m8 O9 `& F# z$ h$ y
. Z, m' p+ c5 A& x5 N+ mHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
2 G; D7 g# I! @+ i2 X5 tMy working week and my Sunday rest,
/ F% _$ `! [( J# R o( h9 D8 tMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
8 J+ w4 Q7 f0 OI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
3 Q7 H* T1 I! t5 d* w8 a$ A, jPack up the moon and dismantle the sun, ! j9 ]( z5 v$ X& _
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
! }/ ?6 e5 g# w2 `For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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