She alternated singing and dancing.
I hardly ever heard her singing.
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.
He murdered the song by poor singing.
They were singing in a frenzy of joy.
And I'd never heard anything like Mick Jagger's cracking, sensual voice, singing about personal desire.
That night, I heard a night of Sanskrit singing, not to comprehend, but to find your breath.
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.
It landed on the bird feeder and began eating dinner as I watched. After a few minutes it flew away, singing another song.
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.
Her singing was perfection.
She was singing a lullaby to her child.
After singing all night in the tavern, I had a frog in the throat next morning.
There is a lull in the Arabic, and I can hear a child singing in Spanish from across the aisle.
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.
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.
The thrush is a kind of small singing bird.
In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content.
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:
Flowers are blooming and birds are singing all around me!
It was singing some kind of a lullaby... a lullaby that a mother would sing to her newborn child.
Before singing, he noodled at his guitar.
God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing; but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.
I will always remember singing you lullaby while I rocked you to sleep.
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.
We heard snatches of the singing as the doors of the auditorium opened and closed.
