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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 7 m% y8 J4 _6 ~- L$ Y% n1 n
: b# Y2 G2 ?- H( C) F+ t9 s, D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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# f: J8 |( B5 U1 t" `. i) t/ f6 bFuneral Blues
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3 _$ h5 o# ~2 h. ?1 T. KStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
! f: p+ e8 D$ h0 l5 ^7 r# W* [, GPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, + |9 b C+ m. J8 a* d
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 0 }3 {. p& l- w6 ]
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. * @/ Q' p" v- J9 X I+ ?* x
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead " l V% a/ q8 A6 l
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
$ j. M% `6 o2 q7 O+ {3 J/ L5 BPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, # B6 m5 k: \( H- o: h
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 6 [6 F4 K5 U! l$ u( ^
# k" f! n6 S( t7 z) bHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
' g: K9 U- ^4 {" k1 l: O1 g4 [3 nMy working week and my Sunday rest,
& i7 k; o8 T& w1 DMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
- c0 [% \1 @( n. \& o7 k' [I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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) S/ l4 [3 ]$ }1 v8 wThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, % A8 s- ~" x; a
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, 5 b3 m0 u J8 i. {; F2 k' p
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
9 e) n! T& g' i& r1 uFor nothing now can ever come to any good. ! k# d" k, U' J1 S; H/ F( R
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