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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 " n* u8 C3 s3 k1 o5 T# a
% _+ k* A' B6 q8 K- I G1 X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 * ^3 r# m$ b s( i
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
5 e0 Q9 S. l4 X3 \9 P" DPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 5 O* I2 v% H) B% Y
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
* f1 h% `. F# u r( t# G; BBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. ! R' S" M0 B) A2 g
' M9 ]5 j% e1 c8 ]6 QLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead ; {/ U1 e" r8 c6 S+ _
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
* K: O. K0 y7 J0 I) RPut crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
: @3 C7 h4 v3 s& R0 r% vLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, / I/ J. q0 p* k# R
My working week and my Sunday rest,
5 ] s% W. q6 w0 e+ x; l+ P& tMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
9 A% W% r3 O3 L6 ?I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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) V3 ^8 D+ j0 u$ P8 WThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
6 G- L: \& F9 _+ WPack up the moon and dismantle the sun, ' `' t6 }( v1 {' d. N& k; y9 B5 u
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; 0 r! Z0 y: D' ^
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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