Luyện nghe bài hát The Witches Rune

Thrice the brinded cat mew'd.

Thrice and the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier 'Tis time, 'tis time.

Round the cauldron go;
In the poison'd throw.
Toad, that under cold
Days and night has
Swelter'd sleeping got,
thou first i' the charmed pot.

double, double toil and
Fire burn, and bouble.

of a fenny snake,
In the boil and bake;
Eye of and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and of dog,
Adder's and blind-worm's sting,
leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of trouble,
Like a hell-broth and bouble.

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

Coll it with blood,
Then the charm is and good.

O well done! I commend your
And one shall share i' the gains;
And now the cauldron sing,
Live and fairies in a ring,
all that you put in.

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