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 sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What you're already up, making the So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to tent and called out your name.
You answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the camp to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, 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 woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was you.
Stalkin ya, maybe ya, waiting for the opportunity 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, I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club doubled now you've got wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to your remains.
foot prints grew further apart, I knew what that 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, expect the worst. burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it like dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept 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 know how your story ends, but I know 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 hunger 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 hunger pains
I was so afraid you'd become the game.

not that tragic, it's not a shame.
You're not the hunted, 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.