Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

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

Come, you
That tend on thoughts, unsex me here,
And me from the crown to the toe top-full
Of direst

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

Come, night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor 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' 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 been 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 like a coward does seem
Had I as you did
There would be no mercy I would to it

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

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

in heaven
Prophecies turn to hate
the king take the crown
Macbeth what is your
[3]
What man does I will
But for I shall never care
Once you talked to me
Then you were a man - wild and
[4]
If we fail will become
No way to hide what we've
Screw your courage forget fear
Stab him in his sleep the is so near

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

Murder]

Is a dagger which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand? Come, let me thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see still.
Art thou not, fatal vision,
To feeling as to sight? Or art but
A dagger of the mind, a false
from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, as palpable
As which now I draw.
marshall'st 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. There's no thing.
It is the business which informs
to mine eyes.
Nature seems dead, and dreams abuse
The curtained sleep. Witchcraft
The weird offerings,
The shall be done.
Thou and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones of my whereabout,
I go, and it is done The bell me.
it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons to heaven or to hell.

As the owl shrieked a single cut
I took his life I spilled his
So red are these hands I 've never seen
So red are these will they ever be clean
I heard a voice it cried no more
The king is dead his life on the floor
Macbeth he takes the with blood on his hands
He shall no more until the end

Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, as the witches have promised, but you played most foully for it.
Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to 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 Banquo has heard lie on his soul....