I use natural reed, because natural reed has a lot of tension in it that I cannot fully control.

I use natural reed, because natural reed has a lot of tension in it that I cannot fully control.

It was muddy as a rice paddy, and thick with reeds.

The enemy lured us into the reeds.

Singer of songs.

And she sang I mean her whole body sang.

My heart keeps singing Keeps singing

The 10 Tapping Troubadours?

Natalie Merchant sings old poems to life

The Taliban now run their own schools.

How beautiful to hear it sung with such sadness!

Singer of songs? But what work did you do?

They are the same sad songs heard from ancient times by emperor, vassals and clown and in modern times, increasingly by the rich and the poor.

These are baskets made out of reeds whose inner sides are well lined with warm and insulating materials that prevent the loss of heat from a boiling pan inside them.

Let's get rid of this sentimental hymn tune... and take a foursquare chorale.

There we were, the whole act, the 10 Tapping Troubadours.

But to sing beautiful things... and make people believe them

Of whatever flies, or sighs, or rocks, or sings, or speaks ...

Now, we're going to do other poems for you, and here's a preview of some of the poets.

Groans

(GROANS) Please!

(groaning)

I recommend the zucchini.

Female genital mutilation is practised for a number of reasons, including for psychosexual, sociological, hygienic and aesthetic, religious or other reasons

Grunting, Groaning

I'd like to sing in Basque, which is the language spoken in the Basque Country where I live, in the region in France and Spain.

You don't chant an om.

We have steak, asparagus and potatoes.

And use the asparagus tongs, darling.

Between 1995 and 1997, AOAD carried out training on land management development, forest management, combating forest fires, alfa grass management, environmental protection, sand dune stabilization and geographical information systems (GIS) and remote sensing in range studies.

Lot of fuss about nothing.

There is no palm wine, fish, salt, or calabash.

The minstrels sing a new song of the love between your brother Giselher and Rüdiger's only child, the beautiful Dietlind!

They aren't minstrels.

Subdued moaning in the passages.

Let me croon it for you.

Do you hear me whimpering?

Repent! And I got to moaning' Save me.

Don't worry. He's still groaning.

I wonder what he's up to.

Osama bin Laden, Bard of Terror

The soldier groaned with pain.

Do you have to whimper about it?

So you take resveratrol and you put it into beer.

The gourd is a feminine aspect the stick is a male.