Luyện nghe bài hát The Witches Rune

Thrice the cat hath mew'd.

and once the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier 'Tis time, 'tis time.

Round the cauldron go;
In the entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold
and night has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom got,
Boil first i' the charmed pot.

double, double toil and
burn, and cauldron bouble.

Fillet of a snake,
In the cauldron boil and
Eye of and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and of dog,
fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and wing,
For a of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth and bouble.

of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and
Of the ravin'd shark,
Root of digg'd i' the dark
Liver of Jew,
of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the eclipse,
Nose of Turk and lips
Finger of birth-strangled
by a drab,
Add thereto a chaudron,
For the of our cauldron.

Coll it baboon's blood,
Then the is firm and good.

O well done! I commend pains;
And every one shall share i' the
And now the cauldron sing,
Live elves and in a ring,
Enchanting all you put in.

By the of my thumbs,
wicked this way comes.
open,locks,
knocks!