Moaning and groaning.

(Moaning but no words.

He was moaning a bit.

What was he moaning about?

I hate moaning sob sisters.

And I got to moaning', Save me.

Old Chiswick gave a kind of moaning howl.

Stop your moaning. Now you'll get clean gas.

Quit your moaning. There are better times ahead.

Next thing you know, I'm howling', they're moaning'.

They went from groaning and moaning to excited and enthusiastic.

Pretty soon, my boys was moaning and rolling their eyes.

Shut up the moaning. You'II have the machine guns on us.

Sitting on my bed, I rocked back and forth, moaning in fear and isolation.

When they shall be cast therein , they shall hear a loud moaning of it as it heaves ,

When they shall be cast therein , they shall hear a loud moaning of it as it heaves ,

If I don't think they're feeling any pain, I just keep going until the cows like moaning noise

But a lot of good it'll do him, sittin' on a pile of gold, moaning' for his twotiming fiancée.

As she was tied and gagged in the dark room, Layla was moaning and she could hear a person moan back.

As for the wretched , they shall be in the Fire , wherein there shall be for them moaning and sighing , therein dwelling forever ,

The grumpy, moaning, and intractable people of France have demonstrated many times that they can wake up and meet the challenges of the day.

As they went from the first building to the second, each of them passed a man who was bent over and moaning, clearly in need.

But those of those who escape shall escape, and shall be on the mountains like doves of the valleys, all of them moaning, every one in his iniquity.

Experts pressed for the inclusion of illnesses as questionable as chronic undifferentiated unhappiness disorder and chronic complaint disorder, whose traits included moaning about taxes, the weather, and even sports results.

As they went from the first building to the second, each of them passed a man who was bent over and moaning, clearly in need. The question is Did they stop to help?

All days are the same the stench of rot and blood, the moaning around you. You memorize every crack in the other prisoners skin and in the identical walls. The repulsive familiarity of everything.

It chanced that I walked that way across the fields the following night, about the same hour, and hearing a low moaning at this spot, I drew near in the dark, and discovered the only survivor of the family that I know, the heir of both its virtues and its vices, who alone was interested in this burning, lying on his stomach and looking over the cellar wall at the still smouldering cinders beneath, muttering to himself, as is his wont.