Luyện nghe bài hát Revenge

[1]

Who are you
Once you loyal
you were true

Run to
To stand me
I burn your castle
I will slay, your
[2]
How can I be
To a that stole the crown
How can I be
To a
That my country down

We'll take for all the lives you stole -

The sins you did in the end fall -

We'll revenge and put you down, in the
end we'll the crown
I'll take for all the lives you stole -

[3]

and see
Here are the bloody
of family
dead
In a nameless
My for blood
Will me safe
[4]
I've cried a thousand
In the of the lonely night
As the run dry
You
I know I must fight

[Gentlewoman:] Lo you, she comes. This is her very guise, and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her. Stand close.
[Doctor:] You see her are open.
[Gentlewoman:] Ay, but sense are shut.
What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands.
[Gentlewoman:] It is an action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
[Lady Macbeth:] Yet here's a spot. Out, damned spot; out, I say. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie, a and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? ... Macduff the Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. No more
[Doctor:] What a sigh is there! The is sorely charged.
[Gentlewoman:] I would not such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.
[Lady Macbeth:] Wash your hands, put on your nightgown, look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo's buried. He cannot come out on 's grave. To bed, to bed. a knocking at the gate. Come, give me your hand. What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.