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 late start but we can 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 you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back
The breeze came and it out the flame, while I went to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold burn.
The is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the your feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and those belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't good. Your fan club doubled now you've got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, you walk off all alone where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm to find your remains.
Your foot grew further apart, I knew what that meant and it was hurting my heart.
It you started to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the never stopped, the tracks kept going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll 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 pains
I was so afraid that you'd the game.

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

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

I forgot to worry what you became.