Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

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

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

Come to my woman's breasts, thick my blood
And take my milk for gall, you ministers,

Come, night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my 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, 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 shall we go
I've honoured don't you know
I stand by Duncan's side
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 be no mercy I would stick to it

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

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

Husbandry in
Prophecies turn to hate
Kill the take the crown
what is your fate
[3]
What man does I will
But for I shall never care
you talked mischief to me
Then you a man - wild and free
[4]
If we what will become
No way to hide what done
Screw courage forget your fear
him in his sleep the crown is so near

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

Murder]

Is this a which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand? Come, let me thee.
I have not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art but
A dagger of the mind, a false
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed
I see yet, inform as palpable
As this now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way 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
Thus to eyes.
Nature seems dead, and dreams abuse
The sleep. Witchcraft celebrates
The sisters offerings,
The murder be done.
sure 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
summons thee to heaven or to hell.

As the owl shrieked a single cut
I took his life I spilled his
So red are these hands like I 've never
So red are these hands will they be clean
I heard a it cried sleep no more
The king is dead his life spilled on the
Macbeth he takes the crown with on his hands
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 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 at Scone to be the new king. But the secret knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul....