Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

Our revels now our
are actors, as I foretold you
We're all spirits, and are into air, into thin air

And like the baseless fabric of this
The cloud towers, the gorgeous palaces
The solemn temples, the great itself

Yeah, all which it inherit shall
And this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a rack

We are such stuff as are made of
And our little is rounded
a sleep