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 fire its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have put since.
What you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to your and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima put and try to make 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 aint right, start the paranoia; I left the site to go and search for ya.
I the trail 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 into the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt 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 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. 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 aint the time to complain, but it feels 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 breaths looking like a engine train.
your 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 the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And admit hell ya I felt fear the sound 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 follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept going and I off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll 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 with pains
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 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 hunger pains
I was so afraid that you'd the game.

I forgot to worry what you became.