Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I over slept, put my boots on and out my tent.
I see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start 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 start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have 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, 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 at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, each step was placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless 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 belong to a big wolf.
to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned a drumstick
And it gets as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks 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, 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 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, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst 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 15 degrees 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 there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It be easier to accept that you were 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 know how your story ends, but I know I'll 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 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 pains
I was so that you'd become the game.

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

I to worry about what you became.