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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 $ L) q' B% L( M2 R3 M8 B. ~
9 A8 K, M1 `6 d5 s1 f# A- |0 w, E, c9 ~$ ]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。! @+ ]7 p6 k6 {% G1 @. ]
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# P. n! v; A/ z( o: b4 fFuneral Blues ) W; g4 b& e3 g+ X
' o# X5 B; Z3 {' M# ]+ K2 U0 eStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
. E" D9 r$ i! f/ y5 @6 J) K0 I6 qPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
' Q) b' r [! q) ?5 l6 ASilence the pianos and with muffled drum
. R3 E" K8 W6 ]0 H' @Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
1 J1 r W- S! n' Q1 o' V! @+ pScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. 9 I: C& l/ ~$ g* h& M
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
$ I& C. G3 z iLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
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9 t9 _3 b9 q- \7 k# y: dHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
/ ~" B. H; `. x; cMy working week and my Sunday rest, - t5 X% f+ u- e9 }9 Y
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
& f, k8 ^' B' W7 RI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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% H' R! {0 W5 q2 eThe stars are not wanted now; put out every one, g& e% g6 i8 @2 A' R* [
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
/ m. z4 }3 G9 x6 h" a* k, sPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; ' w$ p; n% B* j3 G! _, Q
For nothing now can ever come to any good. - H) c, d. P' V* o
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