What else would be making all that clanging?

还有什么会发出那种叮当呢？

The streets were full of automobiles and heavy trucks and clanging cars.

马路上到处都是汽车、重型卡车和发出叮当小汽车。

The neighborhood is famous for wide streets, clanging cable cars and some amazing shopping.

宽敞街道、叮当车及众多令人惊喜购物选择，都让这个地区名远播。

And it's not gentle—it's a harsh clanging bell that rings, “I'm just not that into you.”

这不是温柔，这是一个严酷铃在，“我只是不那么喜欢你。”

And there was clanging at night. Some kind of buoy, I think.

那儿晚上有叮当 像是某种浮标。

At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen.

在那时，他厨房传出了哐啷、哐啷。

" Griff, " Yandry called loudly, above the clanging of the mummers' bell. " It's Haldon" .

" 格芬，" 耶达用盖过戏子们铃铛音大嚷，" 哈尔顿回来了。"

Really? It sounds like it's coming from your house. You know it's like a clanging--clanging. There! There, that was it. Did you hear it?

是吗？不过听上去像是从你们房子传出来。一直是叮叮-叮叮 音。听！听，是那个。你听到了嘛？

The iron was contorting, twisting itself out of the abstract furls and coils into a frightening face, which spoke in a clanging, echoing voice.

门正在扭曲，扭成一个卷曲物铁正在扭，最后卷成一张骇人脸，它用一种带着回铛铛说道。

He could hear a Skullion's jaws clanging together just as he pulled his ankle through the dip in the sand below the tree.

他可以听到一只Skullion下巴叮当作，在他从树下沙子浸泡中拉着脚踝时候。

So you don't like, if she goes outside for a few minutes or if she's, you know, you hear some clanging in the next room, you don't go rushing over.

那如果她在外面待了几分钟，或是你听到隔壁房间有叮叮当当音，你也不会立刻冲过去查看情况。

" Shireen and Patchface followed them out, but the child soon grew restless with the old man's creeping pace and dashed ahead, the fool lurching after her with his cowbells clanging madly" .

希和补丁脸跟着两人出了房门，但女孩很快便对老人缓步慢行感到不耐，便快步跑到前面，弄臣亦步亦趋跛行在后，头顶牛铃发狂似个没完。

None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair.

可是他魔法统统不管用，坩埚跟在他身后跳出厨房，跟着他跳上楼去睡觉，在每一级木头楼梯上发出吵闹音：哐啷、哐啷、哐啷，他完全拿它没有办法。

" Over here! " called Mrs Weasley, over the renewed clanging of the warlock in the corner, and they followed her to the queue in front of a plump blonde witch seated at a desk marked Enquiries.

“这边！”韦斯莱夫人在角落男巫刚发出一阵当当中喊道。他们跟她排到队伍，一个胖胖金发女巫坐在标有" 问讯处" 字样桌子前。

“Be still. Be silent! ” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did.

“别动。安静！”巫师尖叫道，但是不管他用什么魔法，都不能使长满疣坩埚安静下来。坩埚整天跟在他身后挑来跳去，发出驴叫、呻吟和撞击，不管他去什么地方，做什么事情。