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 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 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 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 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
been honoured don't you know
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 does
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 must his way

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

Husbandry in
Prophecies turn to hate
Kill the king take the
Macbeth is your fate
[3]
What man does I dare
But for I shall never care
Once you mischief to me
you were a man - wild and free
[4]
If we fail will become
No way to hide we've done
your courage forget your fear
Stab him in his sleep the is so near

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

[The

Is this a which I see before me,
The handle towards my hand? Come, let me thee.
I thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art not, fatal vision, sensible
To as to sight? Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a creation
Proceeding 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 blade and dudgeon of blood,
Which was not so before. no such thing.
It is the business which informs
to mine eyes.
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams
The curtained sleep. celebrates
The weird offerings,
The murder be done.
Thou and firm-set earth,
not my steps which way they walk, for fear
Thy stones prate of my whereabout,
I go, and it is The bell invites me.
it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons to heaven or to hell.

As the owl with a single cut
I took his life I spilled his
So red are these hands like I 've seen
So red are hands will they ever be clean
I heard a it cried sleep no more
The king is dead his spilled on the floor
he takes 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.
of the murder however falls 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....