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, 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 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, snows fresh and those have put since.
What you're 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 out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed the path.
I you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes 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 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 appeared next to yours.
the north it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned 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 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 the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew 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 your tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the and brush, it got so thick that it looked like 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 heart beat was all I hear.
Looking at the it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to that you were swallowed.
no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll never go those woods again.

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

I forgot to worry about 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.

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

I forgot to worry what you became.