Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

[Lady
The raven himself is
That croaks the fatal of Duncan
my battlements

Come, you
That on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,
And fill me from the crown to the toe
Of direst

Come to my woman's breasts, make my blood
And take my for gall, you murd'ring ministers,

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

We still 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 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 shall we go
I've been honoured don't you
I should stand by Duncan's
Not kill the man in greedy
[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 mercy I stick to it

The - my deeds
The men who do
The - my deeds
man must find his way

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

in heaven
Prophecies they turn to
the king take the crown
Macbeth is your fate
[3]
What man does I dare
But for more I never care
Once you mischief to me
Then you a man - wild and free
[4]
If we fail will become
No way to hide what done
Screw your courage your fear
Stab him in his the crown is so near

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

Murder]

Is this a dagger I see before me,
The handle towards my hand? Come, let me thee.
I thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision,
To feeling as to sight? Or art but
A dagger of the mind, a creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed
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 and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. no such thing.
It is the bloody which informs
to mine eyes.
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams
The sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
The sisters offerings,
The shall be done.
sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps way they walk, for fear
Thy very prate of my whereabout,
I go, and it is done The invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a
That summons 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 never
So red are these hands will they be clean
I heard a voice it cried 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 have it all now, just as the witches have promised, but you played most for it.
Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to England accompanied only by a handful of 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 knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul....