Crooning a lullaby.
If it is decadent lullaby.
Maybe I remember the lullaby.
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.
Holds me and sings a lullaby.
We sang our little son a sweet lullaby.
His endless meetings, like lullaby, made people want to sleep.
On summer nights, the frog's quack is a beautiful lullaby.
It was singing some kind of a lullaby... a lullaby that a mother would sing to her newborn child.
The lullaby had the baby into the land of Nod in no time.
So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby.
Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.
I would sing them a lullaby when the sun goes down.
Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, oh my, good by, good bye.
"Now they will say we need to listen to a lullaby to go to sleep," said Rajiv, an electronics student.
Somewhere over the rainbow, Way up high, There's a land that I heard of, Once in a lullaby … …
I had never heard the crickets' song before, and it was beautiful beyond imagination, almost like a lullaby.
A gust of autumn wind, blowing leaves "sand" sound, as if singing a beautiful lullaby for us.
Sing to a song in your mind to help remove challenging thoughts.A lullaby might be a soothing choice.
Night waves lap quietly at the shore of rock, like a lullaby being played with, so tired of people a day into the sweet dreams.
Often referred to as the calm after the storm, this is a Radiohead-style lullaby in terms of the music, although, being Radiohead, the lyrics are very different.
The familiar and friendly boom was no longer as disturbing as it was the first time, as if it were a intermittent lullaby that drove me to sleep.
In the distance between the lotus leaves came a sound or two of frogs, as if they were the lullaby before they went to bed.
The boat was going even slower now, and the engine chugged monotonously beneath them as if it were singing a lullaby.
Occasionally, a couple of tits'gentle and clear chants bring you to the pass of time, recall the clearness of the lullaby, sigh at the desolation, melancholy and loneliness of the songs of the years.
The fruit basket put down gently with the hospital's lullaby, follow the steps to leave, don't know my grandfather get up will see the fruit basket, and the picture I sent in the past.
I will always remember singing you lullaby while I rocked you to sleep. When I put you down, it was always with both relief (she finally fell asleep!) and regret (wishing I could hold you longer).
It is because of them, nine days would be pouring out of the lullaby sleep through the mountains will be budding and mature a sweet dream, the water will be brighter and to recite a worry-free dream.
