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, assumed you were sleeping, immediately a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those 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 called out name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an 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 an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the 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 leads but I see nothing but frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks next to yours.
From the north it out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the 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 there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club doubled now you've got wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find remains.
Your foot 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 and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline 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 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 follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept 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 with hunger
I was so afraid that become the game.

I forgot to worry 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.

not that 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 to worry about what you became.