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 believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and have been 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, 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 tracks; you took a couple laps the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll no concern; Ima hold put and try to make 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 right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, each was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even 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 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 doesn't look good. fan club doubled now you've got another wolf.
And the are in favor 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 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 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. Adrenaline disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a 15 degrees colder.
And I'll hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be to accept 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 going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know 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 you'd become the game.

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

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

I to worry about what you became.