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 wilderness in some snow.
A late start but we can catch 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 already 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 out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; 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 on, it's going on at least half an hour you've 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 tracks appeared to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and 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 wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, 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 into a
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 of the home team, why'd 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 further apart, I knew 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 tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst 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 good 15 colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my 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 process, I don't follow. It would be easier 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 going and I took off.
So I don't know how your ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

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

I to worry about what you became.