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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑
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9 a2 \+ \ t+ f1 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。
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3 G+ L8 k9 ]( j) ]Funeral Blues
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( ]+ D1 [5 K! Q7 Y7 {; Y# C9 n9 L" [Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
% p! f' K1 y* J& I( \8 r( aPrevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, + S9 \$ h6 P$ E0 Y* z
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
4 n6 _1 z1 m9 z5 K# \! }: LBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
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: z, @* i" \4 l) X0 R. eLet aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 3 Q2 i) [" `2 x/ F* `4 @$ q- P# l1 e
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. , J+ J) H0 R4 ]6 T3 O' k* k3 ^- X! g5 @) m
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
0 C8 S8 w0 d) M2 C7 `Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. ) ~- P }/ j& d' c5 K
- j6 E( T& T4 A( D6 [$ F j8 ], bHe was my North, my South, my East and West,
+ ^6 X" C8 y* ?) T& H' ZMy working week and my Sunday rest,
7 i: B, y) _1 |1 j- a+ UMy noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; " `5 e4 S0 Z6 f/ {. |5 K
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. 3 a8 b: v8 W0 J
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
& w5 ]! u) S7 _9 a! l0 ~7 S* J3 {Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, & |9 R# {, T* v
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
( O' l: L! ~& B. L% [7 p3 ?1 SFor nothing now can ever come to any good.
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