Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

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

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

Come to my woman's breasts, make 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 through the 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 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 by Duncan's side
Not the man in greedy pride
[2]
Did you not hope, did you not
The hero I knew a coward does 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
Every man must his way

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

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

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

[The

Is this a which I see before me,
The towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? Or art but
A of the mind, a false creation
from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, inform as
As this now I draw.
marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an I was to use.
I see still,
And on thy and dudgeon gouts of blood,
was not so before. There's no such thing.
It is the business which informs
Thus to eyes.
Nature seems dead, and wicked abuse
The curtained sleep. Witchcraft
The sisters offerings,
The shall be done.
Thou sure and earth,
not my steps which way they walk, for fear
Thy stones prate of my whereabout,
I go, and it is done The bell me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a
That summons thee to or to hell.

As the owl with a single cut
I his life 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 king is dead his life on the floor
Macbeth he the crown with blood on his hands
He sleep no more until the end

Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, just as the have promised, but you played most foully for it.
Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who 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 knowledge of his treason and of the prophecies that Banquo has heard lie heavy on his soul....