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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 1 Z' J1 B2 s+ g
7 O* K+ C/ F7 u* l: K. y( K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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& ^+ G. ^+ ?6 V4 TFuneral Blues
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4 m( I6 X0 i! V" Z9 b1 mStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, ' K; F! H, Y& B! h8 }1 d
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
* D6 m3 P4 Q+ d. H6 z: M7 B2 r' lSilence the pianos and with muffled drum
! O* V/ z* _, _ n5 e% \Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 6 A3 G7 Q6 Z$ ^: `
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
( F+ X( O0 p! L" J; bScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
5 T3 x' X% }4 X" l5 g+ t7 K9 K; H* xPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, % W! G6 u- Q9 M$ L
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, + F% K! C; a. s
My working week and my Sunday rest,
0 l- U: Y4 ~0 oMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
& a( _1 o. o fI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 2 O j7 d3 Q; V l5 s* r& q
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, 3 }- r6 N% f8 k9 P$ H% \4 _8 C! s
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 7 h) n; E. o. G' V
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
$ F8 Z( u& A, u; z: N! oFor nothing now can ever come to any good. + P- M+ `5 I) @, F7 z
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