Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no I over slept, put my boots 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 camping in the I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and 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 your tent and out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you 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 cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left 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 but I see nothing but leafless frozen 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 footprints belong 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 knew what was you.
ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. fan club doubled now you've got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you off all alone where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find remains.
Your prints 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 tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. burst 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 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 follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no 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 ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

I to worry about what you became.