Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

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

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

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

Come, night,
And thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That 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 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
been honoured don't you know
I should by Duncan's side
Not kill the man in greedy
[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 crown - my
The men who do
The crown - my
Every man find his way

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

Husbandry in
Prophecies they turn to
Kill the take the crown
Macbeth is your fate
[3]
What man does I will
But for more I shall never
Once you talked to me
you were a man - wild and free
[4]
If we what 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 murder a smile on your face

[The

Is a dagger 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 as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false
Proceeding the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, as palpable
As which now I draw.
Thou me the way that I was going,
And such an I was to use.
I see still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon of blood,
was not so before. There's no such thing.
It is the bloody business informs
Thus to eyes.
Nature seems dead, and dreams abuse
The curtained sleep. celebrates
The sisters offerings,
The murder 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 invites me.
it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons to heaven or to hell.

As the owl shrieked with a cut
I his life I spilled his blood
So red are these hands I 've never seen
So red are these will they ever be clean
I a voice it cried sleep no more
The is dead his life spilled on the floor
Macbeth he the crown with blood on his hands
He sleep 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 upon the king's 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....