Luyện nghe bài hát Sands of Time

Tell me not in numbers
"life is but an dream!"
for the soul is dead slumbers,
and things are not what seem.

Life is real! is earnest!
and the grave is not its
"dust thou art, returnest,"
was not of the soul.

And separting leave us
Footprints on the sands of

Not and not sorrow
is our end or way;
but to act that each
us farther than today

And departing behind us
Footprints on the sands of

Not enjoyment and not
is our end or way;
but act each tomorrow
find us farther than

Art is long and is fleeting,
and our hearts though and brave,
still like drums are beating
marches to the grave.