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 we went camping 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 foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What you're already up, making the rounds? So you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I 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 half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the your feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of 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 knew what was 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 about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't 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 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 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 so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit 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 set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be 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 going 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.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You just another dog hunger pains
I was so that you'd become the game.

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

not that 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.