Examples of using "Munkája" in a sentence and their english translations:
He has a lot of work to do.
He doesn't have a job.
Does he have a job?
My mother has a lot of work.
for folks whose jobs are difficult,
His work was satisfactory.
- Tom's out of a job.
- Tom is out of a job.
Tom has a job.
- Tom is out of work.
- Tom doesn't have a job.
- Tom is unemployed.
- Tom's out of a job.
- Tom is out of a job.
Is his job interesting?
His job has to do with printing.
How's your job?
She likes her job.
- Do you like your job?
- Does she like her job?
Tom has a good job.
Does Tom like his job?
My father likes his job.
Tom has a heavy workload.
All of my brothers have jobs.
Tom didn't have a job.
Does Tom like his job?
Tom has a cool job.
Now, Tom has a job.
Now, Tom has a job.
Your hard work is paying off.
Don't worry about your work.
Now, Tom has a job.
- A president's work is very interesting.
- The work of a president is very interesting.
All of my brothers have jobs.
What does he do for a living?
Mary thinks Tom's work is easy.
His work is repetitive.
Tom had no job at that time.
This sculpture is by an artist named Sophia Wallace
Being an artist is the greatest job there is.
She left the office immediately after work.
She shows no zeal for her work.
Tom has never had a good job.
Tom's work is nowhere near complete.
They're lucky that they have a job.
A woman's work is never done.
Tom had no money and no job.
This carving knife ... it's one made by a famous swordsmith.
Tom won't have this job much longer.
Tom's job isn't as difficult as mine.
He did nothing but complain about his job.
I'm sure Tom will like his new job.
It's the best job in the world!
Your task will be to train the employees on the new computer system.
Her work is better than mine.
About 60% of autistic adults are under- or unemployed.
Even though Tom has a very demanding job, he always makes time for Mary and the kids.
The doctors thought he was dead, but today he is still alive and healthy, and has a job and a family.
Don't do that. It's not your job.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.