Sami started raising his voice.

Yes, that's Michael! said Phineas and, raising his voice, Halloa, there,

The prophet is raising his voice. He's decided to scare everybody.

Who do you think you are raising your voice to?

And his voice... Did you notice his voice?

His master's voice.

Sami disguised his voice.

And his voice too.

Did his voice tremble?

Already, Nosferatu was raising his wings.

He can make the difference for his people and his region, by setting examples of green practices or raising his voice to the local government, in order for them to help him out preserving his land and his people.

Sami heard his mother's voice.

Everytime I hear his voice...

After it a voice roars. He thunders with the voice of his majesty. He doesn't hold back anything when his voice is heard.

Inside, in his eyes and in his voice.

They love his voice, they love his guitar, his ideas.

The soft voice! Gregor was startled when he heard his voice answering.

After it a voice roareth he thundereth with the voice of his excellency and he will not stay them when his voice is heard.

Youssef continued to voice his rage

Yes. His voice sounded rather doubtful.

With a throb in his voice.

Why, his voice is like Jonathan's.

I know his voice well enough.

Yes. His voice was very highpitched...

I might have spotted his voice.

He is just going to use his hand, his body and his voice, just like humans interact with their hands, body and voice.

Sami was going through his voice mail.

Sami was going through his voice mail.

Sami was going through his voice mail.

Sami sent his mistress 3000 voice messages.

I thought I could be his voice.

His voice calls in the summer wind.

His angelical voice dives into your bones.

A voice of tumult from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of Yahweh that renders recompense to his enemies.

Sami screamed at the top of his voice.

He went on, his voice broken, sobbing Hurry!

His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.

He disguised his voice of course. Ready, Inspector.

A voice of noise from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of the LORD that rendereth recompence to his enemies.

I heard his voice by the Sea of Galilee.

I will put a stop to his voice tomorrow.

But I'd certainly recognise his voice. Yeah, what else?

His feet were like burnished brass, as if it had been refined in a furnace. His voice was like the voice of many waters.

I saw sergeant command raising his hand, no retreat, no surrender.

I have to really raise my voice to talk over 65 decibels of sound, and teachers are not just raising their voices.