Luyện nghe bài hát Penetrator.

Tell me not, in numbers,
is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is that slumbers
And the Things are not same what seem.

Life is real, is earnest!
And the grave is not it's
thou art, to dust returnest;
Was not of the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our end of way-ay-ay;
But to act, each to-morrow
Find us farther than

Art is long, and is fleeting,
Our hearts, stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are
marches to the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Footprints, that another,
Sailing other life's and main,
Forlorn and brother,
Seeing, shall the heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a for any fa-a-ate,
Still achieving, pursuing,
Learn to waiting PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an dream! -
For the soul is dead slumbers
And the Things are not same what seem.

Life is real, is earnest!
And the grave is not goal;
Dust thou art, to dust
Was not of the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...