sing造句

Let's sing a duet.

Yes, I can sing.

Caixing, inside her croon sing.

I mean the way they sing.

Nightingales will not sing in a cage.

We had a duet to sing together.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Do you play an instrument or sing?

Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him, talk ye of all his wondrous works.

Well, do you know when they started to sing?

Or set upon a golden bough to sing

When I first sing my ballad for you.

Red thong, Party's on, Love this song, sing along.

She had a low speaking voice, but could sing soprano.

Song of the fishermen sing late "shallow sing croon, the climax of the Department like gurgling water, springs Ding Ding, silent will like the fledglings chirp songbirds whisper."

If you're not good-looking, no matter how well you sing, you'll not be onstage.

There is another example. A famous singer can sing very well.

My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing and make music with all my soul.

She walked out onto the apron and began to sing in front of the full theatre.

"Salang"(meaning to sing and to dance) is a dance form for self-entertainment.

Rather than throwing stones or learning to shoot, his young actors could curse, dance, shout poems, sing.

To be a rackler, you had to put a tiny bird in a cage, and then coax it to sing.

A group of persons who speak or sing in unison a given part or composition in drama or poetry recitation.

The administration that develops speak or sing alternately adequately to help the work urges action, those who ensure emigrant speak or sing alternately assists the task is satisfactory finish.

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

For example, when I was younger, she would sing this beautiful lullaby to my Cousins and me.

At night I would stretch out on the grass in the French Park and listen to Sister run sing a song about The Peony Pavilion.

Deacon: For those who, in the holy Church, sing, serve, and distribute their goods in works of mercy, let us pray to the Lord.

If not, I'll hide behind the fact that my sister is a Presbyterian minister and I used to sing in the church choir.

Nessun Dorma, a deliriously beautiful aria, is known by millions of people, but if you ask them to sing it, they can't.

Dionysus was their god of wine and how better to celebrate his greatness than to get blasted and sing songs about him.

In this way, the father or the evening every day to sing a lullaby to her daughter, the morning line up to give her the most beautiful bow, watch her go with the blue sea.

At night, I repeat the prayers to him that my father once said to me, sing him the same corny 1930s songs, kiss his forehead just as my father kissed mine.

And you will sing as on the night you celebrate a holy festival; your hearts will rejoice as when people go up with flutes to the mountain of the LORD, to the Rock of Israel.

I put on earphones, and the moonlight shone on my cheeks. I did not sing, but heard a song seems very familiar and first heard the song as if it is lonely.

The witch kissed the spell, came to heaven, wet the oath, and poured away. I sat in the sea to fill a net, and you sing on the bottom of the sea.