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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 : v0 n" h& B# _, y7 Y, q: a: D6 e
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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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Funeral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, , m3 X; F* F/ G% R5 w
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, ( O) r2 Y4 r5 u4 i2 z3 l+ H5 v
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
; x8 U7 }3 V, S" T6 ~4 s& hBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. 9 ^9 N! T v0 k" w5 ?% o
/ \) o5 [# T! p" V5 ~2 w i* rLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 5 D8 u& l2 ~" X; P; M( d
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
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Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, 9 p) w0 R S: Q/ ]
My working week and my Sunday rest, 0 q; T( h4 i8 C3 Y
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, & h& J. a2 F( a
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, : t/ o) z( o5 P6 o; [+ O I
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; ; O5 |5 ]7 Y- ~7 K
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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