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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 # P$ x# r0 X, m* g2 K; G2 G
# z$ F* [/ n0 Y0 c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。* c/ k3 ^2 }* `$ D/ i9 Z* s
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Funeral Blues
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" `6 i, o6 d$ tStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
/ e0 Z: a: i7 `Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
( X$ t! L' p) Y/ i# ]Silence the pianos and with muffled drum 5 K5 ~' R. G6 ^5 y
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
0 E- `; d+ ]; ^8 _) G8 TScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
! M2 [ U6 b2 C: ~; ^ qPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, 7 }. Z% Q6 S2 |
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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. F# j- Y+ |7 u4 b& vHe was my North, my South, my East and West, ' U o. F( J: c0 G$ q) c' K' C
My working week and my Sunday rest,
/ k" C- y! w, E: LMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; ; L _6 s y( E3 p4 `0 q* F
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. + f* I5 n0 o9 G. n& m, J% k$ N$ n
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
2 X' E9 f! ^9 B; mPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
8 x( F1 B$ e& y% sPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
8 Y$ {# n# V4 Q0 b( Q- N8 WFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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