Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, you were sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause 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, snows fresh and have been put since.
you're already 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; just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple 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 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, each was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the north it out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of 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, why'd you walk off all alone where you
It the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot prints grew apart, I knew what 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.
your tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you swallowed.
With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks going and I took off.
So I don't know how story ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

I forgot to about what you became.