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 start a 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the 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 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, while I went to tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to this 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 right, start 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 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 out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I if you even knew what 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 cartoons you would have turned a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 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 team, why'd you walk off all alone where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to your remains.
Your prints grew further 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 like a engine train.
Suddenly your 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 into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 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 clear there was a set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no of trouble.
And the wolves stopped, the tracks kept going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll 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 worry about you became.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You another dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid you'd become the game.

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

I forgot to worry about you became.