用“singing”造句大全，singing造句

She was singing the saddest lullaby he had ever heard.

We're singing below middle C and the ladies are singing up an octave but that's still monophonic texture-- those notes have the same names.

A nightingale was sitting on a bough of an oak and singing, as her custom was.

This is the artistic singing said by people usually, using beautiful singing to infect and move people, to arouse the appreciators 'wonderful sensibility, and to intersperse life, influence society.

The same term is more loosely used for singing of the same melody, for example, by men and women together, usually an octave apart, and more accurately described as singing in octaves.

It made me want to cry for happiness, like a beautiful sunset or a boys' choir singing Christmas carols'.

'Most of The Times, you'll find [a singing bird] in a snuff box or bulky clock, where the blocky form is dictated by the function,' says Mr. Bacs.

Day one brought much talk of "patriotism" and "nationalism" with a nod and a wink. There was some singing too (see our video above).

At that time, we ran barefoot, and countless flowers bloomed in the beautiful field. The wind was singing in our ears. We were still young at the tip of the forest.

Her singing delighted everyone.

Before singing, he noodled at his guitar.

Flowers are blooming and birds are singing all around me!

The thrush is a kind of small singing bird.

After singing all night in the tavern, I had a frog in the throat next morning.

In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content.

It was singing some kind of a lullaby... a lullaby that a mother would sing to her newborn child.

Even now, I can picture the stretch of road we were driving at that moment, and I remember the ballad Van Morrison was singing as we traveled it.

And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line.

She alternated singing and dancing.

She was singing a lullaby to her child.

And I'd never heard anything like Mick Jagger's cracking, sensual voice, singing about personal desire.

There is a lull in the Arabic, and I can hear a child singing in Spanish from across the aisle.

It landed on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew away, singing another song.

He was sitting in a plastic chair, dozens of women in ripped dresses singing and dancing around him, little children with runny noses and distended bellies squeezing his hand.

I hardly ever heard her singing.

I will always remember singing you lullaby while I rocked you to sleep.

God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.

Her singing was perfection.

We heard snatches of the singing as the doors of the auditorium opened and closed.

And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line:

They were singing in a frenzy of joy.

The footsteps of years are chasing quietly. We run continuously, and we fall on the open field of red thorn flowers -- death. The wind blows the air only the birds are singing.

What you get, at least from me, when you grow up singing in church, you learn how to get all the emotion you can out of what you're singing about.

He murdered the song by poor singing.

That night, I heard a night of Sanskrit singing, not to comprehend, but to find your breath.