chorus is a group of people who are singing together, sometimes this activities is lead by a dirgent who standing in front while holding a tiny stick.every member must follow every movement of the stick because it has certain meaning and describe certain tone. the chorus example is an orchestra,church chorus
chorus is a group of people who are singing together, sometimes this activities is lead by a dirgent who standing in front while holding a tiny stick.every member must follow every movement of the stick because it has certain meaning
reminds me of choir. i was in a chorus in kindergarden i think and i was scared to sing because i thought the kid next to me would hear my voice and not like it. it reminds me of cake and guitar chords. and angels singing in a choir. and ponies? i dont know why. I want to be in a chorus again.
There’s a chorus of birds and trees outside my window both singing a tune so sweet. the tune of nature. that one song that plays constantly. the one that we don’t really listen to most of the time and sometimes ruin. but that one tune that’s incredible, awe-inspiring. the best song on this planet
The morning songs rose like a chorus to greet me as I stepped into the breaking light. Until a few years ago, i never paid much attention to all the chirping, cooing and calling that comes with the morning. Now as the time has passed such “little” events have much more meaning.
I’m not sure the birds have any idea how much entertainment they provide but if they only knew, they’d find I appreciate their early morning songs and the way it boosts my day.
The chorus began to sing, and as the haunting melody hit me, I remembered what it was like to sing as part of a chorus. Now I just felt jealous, why don’t I get opportunities like this?
Ding-Dong! The bell screamed in my ear. I needed to get that thing fixed. I rushed to the door, a bit annoyed. Always something. Something stupid. Open. Oh, hey? La la la laaaaa. Their voices, they were beautiful. I felt my heart settle as their voices sung me into a mellow state of mind. Once they were finished, I went inside and fell asleep. Happy.
I like this because it reminds me of music. I love music. I like all types of different music. It makes me feel good, when I’m unfortunately not feeling good. It helps me when I’m mad, sad, happy, etc. Music is a big part of my life and I’m always listening to it, whether in my car, in my room, etc. It’s always on and it’s always loud!
The chorus of a singing choir is beautiful. Such unison in voice is often so uplifting. I must admit that I can’t help but think of the wedding this morning.
The chorus sang a medley that got everyone off their chairs and up on their feet. Eyes widening as the chorus sang – everyone was amazed at how amazing the chorus could sing. Tears. Smiles. Gasps.
sing i love to sing, do you love to sing? in glee they sing. right now i’m singing because i’m listening to adele. with molly and nicole. omg this is like exhilarating. hahaahah.
there was a chorus of people flooding through the halls. they all came together in one accord and trampled over me. leaving me there all by myself and barely able to move. they began to sing and as i took my last breath i heard a chorus of people rejoicing, not even caring that i was dead.
I wish I’d stuck with chorus. With BTXI this weekend, I feel incredibly alone – and not just literally. It’s strange, because I’ve always liked singing and never been good at it, therefore it didn’t seem like being in chorus was a good idea at all. But the band trip is always such a source of community. Something that I should have stuck with. Just thoughts.
The cacophony of voices surged and arched over head until they came crashing down on my head. I was no longer a church goer, my angelic voice could no longer be distinguished in the throng. I was no angel.
Jensen stood silently staring into the distance after he closed the door. A chorus of emotions rang in his head as he swooned slightly but caught himself on the closed trailer door. He could still feel the rocking and could feel at the same time the pulsing in his head and the ache in his chest.
singing a song with a group of people the main part of a song that is usually catchy and the most favorite part of a song thats super bombtastic that makes me love music soo much. Or chorus can be called choir,
singing very loudly. beethoven. handel. messiah chorus. loud. boneshaking. earth-shattering, godly music. resonates in my bones. shakes me until i cry, when i never cry for no reason. continues and won’t let up, much like a tsunami that refuses to have mercy. it hurts it’s so beautiful.
crickets singing in the night.
their chirping is distinct
each one can be heard
all individual voices
singing as one
weaving together
to make a chorus
that serenades the walkers of the night.
because those who listen close enough
will hear it all.
A chorus of young birds greeted me this morning. I love to hear them, love to see them. I adore nature. The rabbits playing on the path give me a real thrill. They’re so soft looking. I want to get close to them, but they do not allow it.
The chorus came and she sang out, loudly. Her angelic voice rung throughout the hall. Her voice lingered in the air, as the last note faded. The crowd stood on their feet and applauded her voice. This was all she had ever dreamed of. She turned, smiled and bowed. She loved this. This was her life.
The chorus is part of school. It sings unlike orchestra and band. I don’t know who’s in chorus, but it sounds like choir. There was a choir at all my churches. I played the cds for my old church’s choir. They called me the sound technician but I didn’t do much but press the play button.
I looked about and saw the singing was coming from behind us. I smiled at the thought of the day ahead of us. It was beautiful outside, and I was with my best friend. He caught me when I had been tripping through life. He picked me up and helped me get here with him standing right beside me. Together.
Many voices speak as one. Telling things you don’t dare to think. Listen to the words they say. There is so much you could learn. Many voices speaking as one. Telling you things you could never think. Separate, yet one in the same, they call out to you.
There was a chorus of frogs singing outside my window. Perhaps spring had finally arrived. It was about time. The snow had been cold and the wind bitter for the past few months. Christmas was too white. Easter was too cold. Perhaps summer will be better, if it arrives.
They’re singing.
Can you hear them?
They say “They’re so heavenly, like angels,”
But you don’t know them.
They’re quite far from angels.
Devious, annoying, temperamental
Yet, they’re still delicate, little beings.
We won’t hurt them.
We can’t.
For who could hurt an angel?
Sitting down I enjoyed it, the loud humming noises comming from a different breath, a different mouth. It’s the charming music that rises within us all, put together randomly, so perfectly that it makes us disappear into a deep slumber.
Sing with me a song, my friends. Sing it loud and strong. It doesn’t matter where you are. You know the words just as well as I, there’s no reason to hold back. You say you cannot sing? Forget that. You sing just as well as I. We are a chorus. Together, we make music that will last a lifetime. All as one, we sing the song called love.
Angels. Coming down from the skies and singing. Gold light in shafts upon my upturned face. Harps thrumming and vibrating with my joy. Their feather wings, gilded with sunlight.
A fine day for a wedding, I hear wonderful tunes.
A prince and a princess forever together in happiness
Spring fling, lots of bling
A wedding ring, a dangling thing
Something that rings
I hear the Bells
A chorus before us
I see red, oh it s the choir
Do I see a young squire?
I wish he were for me
Maybe someday, someday I will wish it my way
We all want what want, well as for me I will not reveal
We all require a great deal
Things are not what they seem a seam in a dress
A graceful lace white dress, a church a crowd, lots of observation
Let’s not regress
Go forward
A chorus before us
I hear the bells
Ringing singing love is here in the air!
A chorus of applause, I stood in the back, I sang my heart out.
When it was over, everyone congratulated me on my solo. I hadn’t had one, though. I was just louder than everybody else. I let my lungs take ahold of me, melted into the notes, let my voice electrify the whole stage.
That was when I was happiest, I think. My first high. I’ll always try to recreate it.
MY FRIEND IN THE BAND, THE EFECT FOR MY GUITAR, YESTARDAY WE FOUND THAT USING THIS PLUG IN THE BASS SOUNDS LIKE A FRETHLESS ONE, IT WAS VERY INTRESTING
He was gorgeous, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. His hair swooped gently down in front of his face. His broad chin fit a perfectly chiseled jaw. His eyes, a chorus of melodies and harmonious music in the lovely shades of green and blue, which now looked down upon me with great worry, “Hey. You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes.”
The sound blends together, the melodies blur into a lush painting. The colours run when you close your eyes, a smile lights your face. This can compare to nothing, the happiness, the joy, everything is better.
chorus is singing together in which is lead by dirgent .the dirgent use a tiny stick to
chorus is a group of people who are singing together, sometimes this activities is lead by a dirgent who standing in front while holding a tiny stick.every member must follow every movement of the stick because it has certain meaning and describe certain tone. the chorus example is an orchestra,church chorus
chorus is a group of people who are singing together, sometimes this activities is lead by a dirgent who standing in front while holding a tiny stick.every member must follow every movement of the stick because it has certain meaning
reminds me of choir. i was in a chorus in kindergarden i think and i was scared to sing because i thought the kid next to me would hear my voice and not like it. it reminds me of cake and guitar chords. and angels singing in a choir. and ponies? i dont know why. I want to be in a chorus again.
There’s a chorus of birds and trees outside my window both singing a tune so sweet. the tune of nature. that one song that plays constantly. the one that we don’t really listen to most of the time and sometimes ruin. but that one tune that’s incredible, awe-inspiring. the best song on this planet
The morning songs rose like a chorus to greet me as I stepped into the breaking light. Until a few years ago, i never paid much attention to all the chirping, cooing and calling that comes with the morning. Now as the time has passed such “little” events have much more meaning.
I’m not sure the birds have any idea how much entertainment they provide but if they only knew, they’d find I appreciate their early morning songs and the way it boosts my day.
The chorus began to sing, and as the haunting melody hit me, I remembered what it was like to sing as part of a chorus. Now I just felt jealous, why don’t I get opportunities like this?
Ding-Dong! The bell screamed in my ear. I needed to get that thing fixed. I rushed to the door, a bit annoyed. Always something. Something stupid. Open. Oh, hey? La la la laaaaa. Their voices, they were beautiful. I felt my heart settle as their voices sung me into a mellow state of mind. Once they were finished, I went inside and fell asleep. Happy.
I like this because it reminds me of music. I love music. I like all types of different music. It makes me feel good, when I’m unfortunately not feeling good. It helps me when I’m mad, sad, happy, etc. Music is a big part of my life and I’m always listening to it, whether in my car, in my room, etc. It’s always on and it’s always loud!
The End.
The chorus of a singing choir is beautiful. Such unison in voice is often so uplifting. I must admit that I can’t help but think of the wedding this morning.
a chorus of yes, please, more, more, more. it grew louder, don’t stop now, building to the highest peak until one word rang out above it all:
Their voices rose over the treetops. She imagined what they sounded like from across the water. Like two people in love, a chorus of hearts.
a CHORUS OF BOOS FACED THE COMEDIAN AS HIS JOKES BACKFIRED ONE AFTER ANOTHER. HE TRIED TO SCOLD THE AUDIENCE BUT THAT MADE MATTERS WORSE
The chorus sang a medley that got everyone off their chairs and up on their feet. Eyes widening as the chorus sang – everyone was amazed at how amazing the chorus could sing. Tears. Smiles. Gasps.
People singing together. Sharing the joy of He who is so great. The lord, that grants us each new shining day.
sing i love to sing, do you love to sing? in glee they sing. right now i’m singing because i’m listening to adele. with molly and nicole. omg this is like exhilarating. hahaahah.
there was a chorus of people flooding through the halls. they all came together in one accord and trampled over me. leaving me there all by myself and barely able to move. they began to sing and as i took my last breath i heard a chorus of people rejoicing, not even caring that i was dead.
I wish I’d stuck with chorus. With BTXI this weekend, I feel incredibly alone – and not just literally. It’s strange, because I’ve always liked singing and never been good at it, therefore it didn’t seem like being in chorus was a good idea at all. But the band trip is always such a source of community. Something that I should have stuck with. Just thoughts.
The cacophony of voices surged and arched over head until they came crashing down on my head. I was no longer a church goer, my angelic voice could no longer be distinguished in the throng. I was no angel.
Jensen stood silently staring into the distance after he closed the door. A chorus of emotions rang in his head as he swooned slightly but caught himself on the closed trailer door. He could still feel the rocking and could feel at the same time the pulsing in his head and the ache in his chest.
singing a song with a group of people the main part of a song that is usually catchy and the most favorite part of a song thats super bombtastic that makes me love music soo much. Or chorus can be called choir,
like to sing i write songs, lyrics are importrant, heart felt, love, music, loud, sad, country,
singing very loudly. beethoven. handel. messiah chorus. loud. boneshaking. earth-shattering, godly music. resonates in my bones. shakes me until i cry, when i never cry for no reason. continues and won’t let up, much like a tsunami that refuses to have mercy. it hurts it’s so beautiful.
The chorus to my song is incomplete. I need more experience to write about. What are verse with no chorus? A blank song appears in my heart
crickets singing in the night.
their chirping is distinct
each one can be heard
all individual voices
singing as one
weaving together
to make a chorus
that serenades the walkers of the night.
because those who listen close enough
will hear it all.
A chorus of young birds greeted me this morning. I love to hear them, love to see them. I adore nature. The rabbits playing on the path give me a real thrill. They’re so soft looking. I want to get close to them, but they do not allow it.
The chorus came and she sang out, loudly. Her angelic voice rung throughout the hall. Her voice lingered in the air, as the last note faded. The crowd stood on their feet and applauded her voice. This was all she had ever dreamed of. She turned, smiled and bowed. She loved this. This was her life.
The chorus is part of school. It sings unlike orchestra and band. I don’t know who’s in chorus, but it sounds like choir. There was a choir at all my churches. I played the cds for my old church’s choir. They called me the sound technician but I didn’t do much but press the play button.
I looked about and saw the singing was coming from behind us. I smiled at the thought of the day ahead of us. It was beautiful outside, and I was with my best friend. He caught me when I had been tripping through life. He picked me up and helped me get here with him standing right beside me. Together.
Many voices speak as one. Telling things you don’t dare to think. Listen to the words they say. There is so much you could learn. Many voices speaking as one. Telling you things you could never think. Separate, yet one in the same, they call out to you.
There was a chorus of frogs singing outside my window. Perhaps spring had finally arrived. It was about time. The snow had been cold and the wind bitter for the past few months. Christmas was too white. Easter was too cold. Perhaps summer will be better, if it arrives.
They’re singing.
Can you hear them?
They say “They’re so heavenly, like angels,”
But you don’t know them.
They’re quite far from angels.
Devious, annoying, temperamental
Yet, they’re still delicate, little beings.
We won’t hurt them.
We can’t.
For who could hurt an angel?
Sitting down I enjoyed it, the loud humming noises comming from a different breath, a different mouth. It’s the charming music that rises within us all, put together randomly, so perfectly that it makes us disappear into a deep slumber.
Sing with me a song, my friends. Sing it loud and strong. It doesn’t matter where you are. You know the words just as well as I, there’s no reason to hold back. You say you cannot sing? Forget that. You sing just as well as I. We are a chorus. Together, we make music that will last a lifetime. All as one, we sing the song called love.
Angels. Coming down from the skies and singing. Gold light in shafts upon my upturned face. Harps thrumming and vibrating with my joy. Their feather wings, gilded with sunlight.
I have a prom date.
A fine day for a wedding, I hear wonderful tunes.
A prince and a princess forever together in happiness
Spring fling, lots of bling
A wedding ring, a dangling thing
Something that rings
I hear the Bells
A chorus before us
I see red, oh it s the choir
Do I see a young squire?
I wish he were for me
Maybe someday, someday I will wish it my way
We all want what want, well as for me I will not reveal
We all require a great deal
Things are not what they seem a seam in a dress
A graceful lace white dress, a church a crowd, lots of observation
Let’s not regress
Go forward
A chorus before us
I hear the bells
Ringing singing love is here in the air!
A chorus of applause, I stood in the back, I sang my heart out.
When it was over, everyone congratulated me on my solo. I hadn’t had one, though. I was just louder than everybody else. I let my lungs take ahold of me, melted into the notes, let my voice electrify the whole stage.
That was when I was happiest, I think. My first high. I’ll always try to recreate it.
MY FRIEND IN THE BAND, THE EFECT FOR MY GUITAR, YESTARDAY WE FOUND THAT USING THIS PLUG IN THE BASS SOUNDS LIKE A FRETHLESS ONE, IT WAS VERY INTRESTING
He was gorgeous, like nothing I’ve ever seen before. His hair swooped gently down in front of his face. His broad chin fit a perfectly chiseled jaw. His eyes, a chorus of melodies and harmonious music in the lovely shades of green and blue, which now looked down upon me with great worry, “Hey. You’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes.”
The sound blends together, the melodies blur into a lush painting. The colours run when you close your eyes, a smile lights your face. This can compare to nothing, the happiness, the joy, everything is better.