Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I over slept, put my boots on and out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in snow.
A start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What you're already up, the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least an hour you've been gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, each step was placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my on my belt though.
I the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you have turned into a drumstick
And it about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. fan club doubled now you've got another wolf.
And the are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you going?
It aint the right to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I what that meant and it was hurting my heart.
It means you started to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a engine train.
Suddenly tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be to accept that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the kept going and I took off.
So I don't know how story ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.

It's not tragic, it's not a shame.
not the hunted, you're not the aim.
You just another dog with pains
I was so afraid that you'd the game.

I forgot to worry what you became.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You just another dog with hunger
I was so that you'd become the game.

not that tragic, it's not a shame.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You just dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid that you'd the game.

I forgot to worry what you became.