" The clink" ? Baby, why you sound like a character from The Wire?

“监狱”？亲爱的，你怎么听起来像是《火线》里的角色？

Deja and me are meeting her at the clink this morning.

德娅和我上午要去监狱见她。

We're busted out of the clink, and we're doing fine.

我们逃狱后过得很好。

Then when his mother tried to protect him, they threw her into the clink.

当它妈妈要保护它的时候，马戏团还把她锁起来。

With every step they took came the clink and rattle of their silver bracelets, their heavy necklaces of bone and turquoise beads.

银手镯、骨项链和绿松石珠子随着每一步运动叮当作响。

You're shipping up to the big house, to the clink, to lockup city.

你要运送到大房子， 到叮当声，到锁定城市。

697. we will make the " clink" sound with our mouths. Ready? Edith?

我们要用我们的嘴发出" 叮当" 的声音。准备好了吗? Edith?

Typically this is what's known as the clink, with prison being known as the big house.

通常这就是所谓的碰杯， 监狱被称为大房子。

Inside was heard the clink of chain and bar, and the door was flung open.

里面传来链条和门闩的叮当声， 门被猛地打开了。

Ravenous, they ate and drank, and for a while there was silence but for the crackle of the fire, the clink of goblets, and the sound of chewing.

三个人狼吞虎咽地又吃又喝，房间里一时安静下来，只有炉火的噼啪声，高脚酒杯的碰撞声，以及咀嚼食物的声音。

There came the clink of a bottle being put down upon some hard surface, and then the dull scraping noise of a heavy chair being dragged across the floor.

房间里传来一声瓶子放在某个坚硬的东西上的当啷声，然后是一把重重的椅子在地板上拖过时发出的刺耳的摩擦声。

But the forge was a very short distance off, and I went towards it under the sweet green limes, listening for the clink of Joe's hammer.

但是铁匠铺距离很近，我在甜美的绿色酸橙下走向它，倾听着乔锤子的叮当声。

And yet, in most immigration prisons that I have visited as a lawyer or a researcher, the steel door is closed shut with the clink of confinement.

然而，在我作为律师或研究员访问过的大多数移民监狱中，钢门都随着关押的叮当声关上了。

With a look of grim satisfaction, Dumbledore gave the instrument another gentle tap with his wand: the clinking noise slowed and died and the smoke serpents grew faint, became a formless haze and vanished.

邓布利多带着严峻而满意的神情，又用魔杖轻轻敲了敲仪器。丁当声减慢停止了，烟蛇渐渐淡去，化成无形的烟雾消失了。

This time the clink and scrape were followed by a slithering and the soft swift patter of skinfeet on stone. The wind brought the faintest whiff of a man-smell he did not know. Stranger. Danger. Death.

刮动和碰击声再次传来，其间还夹杂着滑行的响动，柔软的皮脚在石面上迅捷地拍打。微风把一丝若有若无的男性气息吹到鼻尖。他不认得这气味。陌生。危险。死亡。

The limes were there, and the white thorns were there, and the chestnut-trees were there, and their leaves rustled harmoniously when I stopped to listen; but, the clink of Joe's hammer was not in the midsummer wind.

酸橙在那里，白色的荆棘在那里，栗树在那里，当我停下来倾听时，它们的叶子和谐地沙沙作响；但是，盛夏的风中却没有乔锤子的叮当声。

Thus entrenched, we had stood an hour, watching a pair of lighted bow-windows with vague shadows flitting continually across the blinds, and listening to the drawing of corks, the clink of glasses, and a gradual crescendo of coarse voices within.

就这样，我们站了一个小时，看着一对灯火通明的弓窗，模糊的影子不断地掠过百叶窗，听着软木塞的拉动、玻璃杯的叮当声，以及里面逐渐增强的粗鲁声音。