Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

[Lady
The raven himself is
croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan
Under my

Come, you
That tend on mortal thoughts, me here,
And fill me the crown to the toe top-full
Of cruelty

Come to my breasts, make thick my blood
And take my milk for gall, you ministers,

Come, night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep the blanket of the dark To cry "Hold, hold'"

We have judgement here, that we but teach Bloody instructions which, being taught, return To plague th' inventor. This even-handed justice Commends th' ingredience of our poisoned chalice to our own lips. He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong both against the deed, then, as his host, who should against his murderer shut the door, not bear the knife myself.

[1]
No further we go
I've honoured don't you know
I should stand by side
Not kill the man in pride
[2]
Did you not hope, did you not
The hero I knew like a coward seem
Had I as you did
There would be no I would stick to it

The crown - my
The men who do
The - my deeds
Every man must his way

[Ref.:]
Husbandry in
Fair is and foul is fair
cracks the sky
And there is in the air

Husbandry in
Prophecies turn to hate
Kill the king the crown
Macbeth is your fate
[3]
What man I will dare
But for more I shall never
Once you talked to me
Then you were a man - wild and
[4]
If we fail what become
No way to what we've done
Screw your courage forget your
Stab him in his sleep the crown is so

You screw your to the sticking place
You can do the murder with a smile on face

Murder]

Is this a which I see before me,
The handle my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision,
To feeling as to Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false
Proceeding from the brain?
I see yet, inform as palpable
As this now I draw.
Thou me the way that I was going,
And an instrument I was to use.
I see still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no thing.
It is the bloody business informs
Thus to eyes.
Nature seems dead, and dreams abuse
The sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
The sisters offerings,
The shall be done.
Thou and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps which way they walk, for
Thy stones prate of my whereabout,
I go, and it is done The bell me.
Hear it not, for it is a knell
That thee to heaven or to hell.

As the owl shrieked with a cut
I took his I spilled his blood
So red are these hands like I 've seen
So red are these hands will they ever be
I a voice it cried sleep no more
The is dead his life spilled on the floor
Macbeth he takes the crown with blood on his
He shall no more until the end

Oh Macbeth, you it all now, just as the witches have promised, but you played most foully for it.
Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the sons, who flee to England accompanied only by a handful of loyal knights and Thanes, amongst them Macduff.
Macbeth the greatest of the Thanes and most respected man in Scotland is crowned at Scone to be the new king. But the secret knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that has heard lie heavy on his soul....