Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I over slept, put my on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness in some 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 foot prints, fresh and those have been put since.
What already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to your tent and called out name.
You didn't so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure return 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 half an hour been gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your made, each step was deliberately 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 north it came out of the woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I if you even knew what was behind you.
ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club now you've got another wolf.
And the odds are in of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew what meant and it was hurting my heart.
It means you to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train.
your 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 the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 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 clear there was a third set of prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you swallowed.
With no sign of death, no of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

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

I forgot to worry what you became.