Luyện nghe bài hát The Witches Rune

Thrice the cat hath mew'd.

Thrice and the hedge-pig whined.

Harpier 'Tis time, 'tis time.

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

double, double and trouble;
Fire burn, and bouble.

Fillet of a 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,
Lizard's leg and wing,
For a of powerful trouble,
a hell-broth boil 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
in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of and Tartar's lips
Finger of birth-strangled
by a drab,
Add thereto a chaudron,
For the of our cauldron.

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

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

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