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, 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 up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows and those have been put since.
What you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you back down?
The came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to your tent and called out your name.
You answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold burn.
The is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and 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 mile into the course, another set of appeared next to yours.
From the north it came out of the woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin take 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 look good. Your fan club doubled now 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 time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your 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 tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart 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 don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you swallowed.
no sign 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 know how your story ends, but I know never go into those woods again.

not that 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 you'd the game.

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

I forgot to worry about you became.