Luyện nghe bài hát The Witches Rune

Thrice the brinded cat mew'd.

Thrice and once the whined.

Harpier cries time, 'tis time.

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

double, toil and trouble;
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,
Adder's and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and wing,
For a charm of trouble,
Like a hell-broth and bouble.

Scale of dragon, of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and
Of the salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock i' the dark
of blaspheming Jew,
Call of goat, and of yew
in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's
of birth-strangled babe
by a drab,
Add a tiger's chaudron,
For the of our cauldron.

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

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

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