| People chatter, goats bleat) Woman: The sheepskins are over in the shed over there. |
| skylark sings, sheep bleat) - One, two, |
| I didn't bleat. |
| [Bleats] - [All bleat] May he never lose his country again. |
| [lambs bleat] - [Letty whimpers] |
| People chatter, goats bleat) Woman: The sheepskins are over in the shed over there. |
| skylark sings, sheep bleat) - One, two, |
| I didn't bleat. |
| [Bleats] - [All bleat] May he never lose his country again. |
| [lambs bleat] - [Letty whimpers] |
| Eiffel Tower, o shepherdess, your flock of bridges bleats..." |
| bleats ) "oh my God. |
| Goat bleats) |
| animal bleats) So how does a species figure something like that out? |
| bleats) He says he paid for that salad. |
| Eiffel Tower, o shepherdess, your flock of bridges bleats..." |
| bleats ) "oh my God. |
| Goat bleats) |
| animal bleats) So how does a species figure something like that out? |
| bleats) He says he paid for that salad. |
| Special forces weren't worried about regular soldiers hearing the goats because they'd been de-bleated. |
| The little bird's bleated and died with all the shock. |
| This young animal of an unblemished white was chosen from others because it bleated when a flock of birds crossed the sky at sunrise. |
| Well, my little lamb has bleated his way back to me |
| You believe the words of Marcellus, bleated from tongue with sword to neck? |
| Now's the moment to exploit.." "..the cowardice of these bleating sheep.." |
| We're like the lonely wildebeest bleating his plaintive poetry to the infinite herd" |
| and we can hear the bleating" "of the tender sheep" "who look like snowflakes" |
| bleating ) |
| Lambs bleating) now, this is morton. |
| Special forces weren't worried about regular soldiers hearing the goats because they'd been de-bleated. |
| The little bird's bleated and died with all the shock. |
| This young animal of an unblemished white was chosen from others because it bleated when a flock of birds crossed the sky at sunrise. |
| Well, my little lamb has bleated his way back to me |
| You believe the words of Marcellus, bleated from tongue with sword to neck? |
| Now's the moment to exploit.." "..the cowardice of these bleating sheep.." |
| We're like the lonely wildebeest bleating his plaintive poetry to the infinite herd" |
| and we can hear the bleating" "of the tender sheep" "who look like snowflakes" |
| bleating ) |
| Lambs bleating) now, this is morton. |
