Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no I over slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately a fire '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 need to wake up, we should eat and pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows and those have been put since.
you're 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; it's an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, set of tracks appeared next to yours.
the north it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe ya, waiting for the opportunity 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 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 now you've got another wolf.
And the are in favor 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 to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your tracks dip off of the and so did theirs so my knife 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 good 15 colder.
And I'll hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It 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 stopped, the tracks kept 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 dog with hunger 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 another dog hunger pains
I was so afraid you'd become the game.

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 afraid that you'd the game.

I forgot to about what you became.