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 start a fire its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness in some snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and 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 down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, I went to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty 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 make this wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I 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 nothing but leafless trees.
About a into the course, another set of tracks appeared 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 with my knife on my though.
I the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, 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 as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It look 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 trying to your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew what that 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.
Suddenly tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst 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 admit hell ya I felt 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 prints where disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It 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 wolves never stopped, the tracks kept and I took off.
So I don't how your 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 another dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid that become the game.

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

I forgot to worry what you became.