Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no I over slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I see you, assumed 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 standing in snow.
A late start but we can still up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those 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 minutes 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, step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the it came out of the thick woods, and those 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 was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe 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 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 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 what that and it was hurting my heart.
It means you started to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking a steam engine train.
Suddenly 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 the woods 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 ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I process, I don't follow. It would 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 never stopped, the tracks kept 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 that tragic, not a shame.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You just another dog with hunger
I was so that you'd become the game.

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

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

I forgot to worry what you became.