Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I over slept, put my on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in 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 fresh and 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 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 around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour been gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, 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 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 wonder if you even knew what was you.
ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna 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 there's a new set of 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 you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew what that 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 dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline 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 sound of my heart 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 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 never stopped, the tracks kept and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll never go into woods again.

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

I forgot to about what you became.
not the hunted, you're 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.
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 about what you became.