So when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness.

Sing out! sing out every time!

Singing and yawning...

singing continues singing ends

man

Take over.

Oh. My singing lessons.

Beauty... Song?

The singing is different.

Music and dancing.

But what we lose, I think, is an accurate a felt sense of the sky, a sense of context.

So when we numb those, we numb joy, we numb gratitude, we numb happiness.

Sing Buri

Yay, Aaron! Okay, now it's song time.

Life is beautiful. Singing!

I can sing.

Come on, open menumu See at a glance and you'll be

You can sing, too.

My singing lessons.

How can they?

In the hall.

To blackmail you. I thought so.

Don't you like to sing, kid?

I can't sing.

And you certainly can sing. Oh, thank you.

You could have that kind of immersive experience of being underwater of feeling like you're underwater seeing what's going on.

Unfeeling?

She started singing when she was eight years old and took singing lessons regularly.

We broke down all the individual notes in the singing as well as the phonemes in the singing.

That every child, given normal circumstances, has the capacity to sing you, all, have the capacity to sing.

I would rather sing than dance.

Hearts, and I had to sing

women continue singing man groans

Can't you sing like her?

I can't do this.

Won't you help to sing

terrible at singing.

Your mind's not on your singing.

Conducting sidewalk services, street singing.

Gigetto's going to sing.

The singing of the reel under 750 pounds of Nova Scotia bluefin.

Sing out the Lord's love.

Want to learn singing?

Does he like singin' too?

It makes you feel so melancholy!