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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 & S5 H2 [9 ^- P N6 v
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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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2 ]/ m' b* h( n6 T7 ~; X e7 FFuneral Blues
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. U( T1 b/ L+ i3 m3 `Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
( @- q" A) p7 R1 ~1 ~Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
5 _/ T: b6 H7 Y6 B& F2 m2 s& ?Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
$ y- W+ Y/ D, t& ?' EBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
. L( M, X& n2 U1 z! CScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. * e% y' m9 p" q, L
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, * P9 \/ c" q! W
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 2 `. D5 j' V6 F$ P
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, 1 o& U$ }; b+ a" Y4 t
My working week and my Sunday rest,
! q% |" g0 {/ l Z% B, \. kMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
) ^% q. M w# o; S: v5 l2 y0 g9 iI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. & M' }5 y0 z5 l) \4 ^
& W$ f3 J7 I2 p3 iThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, ! O6 S- ^) t* o: w, w( Z$ _6 m
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
( ~+ |# d( T7 n3 e: }Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; ; ?& U6 d( n6 {- X: S
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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