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 goal;
Dust thou art, to dust
Was not of the PENETRATOR!
PENETRATOR... ...

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end of
But to act, that each
Find us farther to-day-ay-ay

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

Footprints, perhaps another,
Sailing other and solemn main,
Forlorn and brother,
Seeing, shall take the again.

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

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