Luyện nghe bài hát Husbandry In Heaven

[Lady
The raven himself is
That croaks the 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 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 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 here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, strong 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 should by Duncan's side
Not kill the man in pride
[2]
Did you not hope, did you not
The hero I knew a coward does seem
Had I as you did
There would be no I would stick to it

The crown - my
The men who do
The - my deeds
Every man must his way

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

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

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

Murder]

Is this a which I see before me,
The towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see still.
Art thou not, fatal vision,
To feeling as to Or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a creation
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed
I see yet, inform 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,
was not so before. There's no such thing.
It is the business which informs
to mine eyes.
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams
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 very 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 shrieked with a cut
I took his life I his blood
So red are these like I 've never seen
So red are these will they ever 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 blood on his
He shall no more until the end

Oh Macbeth, you have it all now, just as the witches have promised, but you most foully for it.
Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to England accompanied only by a of loyal knights and Thanes, amongst them Macduff.
Macbeth the 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 heavy on his soul....