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, you were sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we camping 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 to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the it's just 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 no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour been gone.
It aint right, the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know it leads 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 aight with my on my belt though.
I hope the is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan doubled now you've got another 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 like I'm trying to find your remains.
foot 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 looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your tracks dip off of the track and so did so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline disturbed the nerves.
50 yards the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like 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 clear there was a third set of wolf prints where disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be to accept that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept and I took off.
So I don't know how your 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 pains
I was so that you'd become the game.

I to worry about what you became.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You just dog with hunger pains
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 that you'd become the game.

I forgot to worry what you became.