Sentences with phrase «top of one's lungs»

Dozens of protesters stomped, danced, and chanted at the very tops of their lungs, days after a superior court judge struck down new rules that prohibit loud activities and noises that would cause disturbances.

Here, she can scream curses and insults at the top of her lungs without consequence.

«You can sort of scream «fake news» from the top of the hill at the top of your lungs, but at the end of the day, when it comes to the Mueller investigation, facts still matter,» Democratic Sen. Martin Heinrich of New Mexico said.

They ought to be screaming at the top of their lungs because what it does is it gives the entire industry a bad image.

You sing your favorite song at the top of your lungs when you're by yourself in the car, and you feel a rush when you do it.

I can guarantee you that if, on my next flight, I spend 2 hours running up and down the aisle screaming at the top of my lungs, there would be serious action taken in flight and on arrival.

She says that her relationship with Gurung became strained starting in February, when she says he screamed at her «at the top of his lungs» for quoting an incorrect price to a client on a blouse whose price had recently changed.

Researchers have found a natural remedy for stubbed toes and hammered thumbs: swearing at the top of your lungs.

Ever been to a town event and hear some street corner preacher screaming at you at the top of their lungs?

I walk by street preachers in my city, yelling at the top of their lungs about Jesus, then cursing those who dare question them.

But in no way is director Zach Braff suggesting that the answer to life resides in marching to the deepest cavern and shouting at the top of your lungs.

The children sang at the top of their lungs, beautiful in their simple costumes, surrounded by hay bales and iPhone screens, and in that moment, the grief of longing nearly overwhelmed me.

he would holler at the top of his lungs.

My children are among the gaggle of kids who wave flags in the front corner of the school gym, off to the side, while we sing about the goodness of God at the top of our lungs and close our eyes and chase toddlers across the back of the gym.

It was chaos and it was beautiful, the blue light illuminating the children, the grown - ups clapping along and singing at the top of their lungs while the snow drifted down through the darkness inside to gather in our hair.

I had the energy to take a pie in the face, get it sprayed off with a water gun, sing songs at the top of my lungs, and then sit with kids and their heavy questions.

Your denial of evolution sounds like nothing more than a child plugging his ears and shutting his eyes and chanting «LA LA LA» at the top of his lungs.

But I guess one great thing about America is the freedom to shout at the top of your lungs an ideal that someone else would fight against with their whole soul.

I looked at myself in the mirror with great glee and screamed at the top of my lungs, my war - cry.

Yet others in the stadium have painted their faces orange and they are screaming at the top of their lungs.

The trouble is that when we express ourselves we do so at the top of our lungs and get frustrated when we don't convince the opposition.

At the top of your lungs.

Lately in worship, I find myself left - handed air guitaring and pounding my foot like Springsteen while singing at the top of my lungs.

As for you «Christians» that feel the need to shout your faith as the top of your lungs: are you trying to convince other people, or are you trying to convince yourself?

It also has a special place in my heart becaues I remember singing it at the top of my lungs (I had two good ones then) in the pouring rain at a Bluegrass festival in North Carolina...

They sounded a good bit like you, squalling at the top of their lungs as they were being castrated.

We put in a CD player so you could play something other than the Ace of Bace cassette tape that got stuck in your teeth sometime in the late 90s, and so that summer after summer, I could sing Alanis and Adele at the top of my lungs, windows down, fireflies hitting your face.

Last Sunday I found myself running outside around my house screaming at the top of my lungs that He who the Son set free is free indeed!

Wouldn't it be easier and more efficient for all of you to just all scram out loud, at the top of your lungs «WE HATE GOD!»

Likely scream at the top of their lungs that this is a Christian Park founded on Christian principles and to remove it is an attack on their faith.

For a moment, just subject them to a class room where there is a picture of any Hindu symbols (Shiva / Ganesha) or a muslim symbol or a Buddhist symbol and just see their reactions, they will be opposing the same at the top of their lungs!

He will scream at the top of his lungs assured that he is right,»

Hypocritically, however, we do complain sorely at the top of our lungs about the sins and evil of others who are hurting us.

He will scream at the top of his lungs assured that he is right, all the time speaking his own demise into existence.

It's one of those recipes that after the first bite I wanted to run to my friend's Alison or Niki, who live right around the corner, kick open the door and shove a handful in their mouth all the while exclaiming at the top of my lungs» IS N'T IT FANTASTIC!»

During this time I drive everywhere with my car windows down while blasting music and singing at the top of my lungs (right now it's Paramore's new album).

I much prefer a huge cannonball... made while screaming at the top of my lungs.

(Note: We fully support making these year - round while singing carols at the top of your lungs.)

Like when I dramatically belt out Taylor Swift songs at the top of my lungs while in the shower.

«Loving You, Hating Me» is a song I deeply love (as some of you already know), and I think it gets even more fantastic in the last one and a half minutes, with the arrangement going wild and Marc's voice doing the same — depending on my mood I have to be careful not to sing it at the top of my lungs (which can be tricky if there are other people nearby).

He will now take off, see me coming after him, squeal at the top of his lungs, and try to get away.

When the fabulous Aggie came to me about being a guest poster on her blog, I: A) Immediately ran down the street singing «What a Feeling» at the top of my lungs.

Meanwhile, Bahnson had drawn his can of ten percent capsicum oleoresin spray and charged the bear, screaming at the top of his lungs.

I want to belt out «it's a marshmallow world in the winter» at the top of my lungs and find the best acoustics in my house to do so.