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 camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed foot prints, snows fresh and those 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 stalled out the flame, 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 laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at half an hour you've been gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It like you know where 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 it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
to find service on my cellphone, I felt 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 watchin ya, waiting for the to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin 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 there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club doubled now you've got wolf.
And the odds are in of the home 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 find remains.
Your foot prints grew 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 tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline burst 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 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 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 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 afraid that you'd the game.

I forgot to 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.

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

I forgot to about what you became.