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 they 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
on the sands of time

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

And departing behind us
Footprints on the sands of

Not and not sorrow
is our destined end or
but act that tomorrow
us farther than today

Art is and time is fleeting,
and our though stout and brave,
still like drums are beating
funeral to the grave.