Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I over slept, put my boots on and out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, start a fire 'cause 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 should eat and then up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those been put since.
What you're already up, making the rounds? So you at now, you laid back down?
The came and it stalled out the flame, while I went 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 laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the your feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, set of tracks appeared next 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 aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned a drumstick
And it gets as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice 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 favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you
It the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your 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 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 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 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 where yours disappeared.
I process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no 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 never go into those again.

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

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

I forgot to worry what you became.