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 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 still catch up, you need to wake up, we eat and then pack up.
when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh 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 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 couple laps around the 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 rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and those belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was 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 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 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 further apart, I knew 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 dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked 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 heart 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 would be 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 going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know never go into those woods again.

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

I to worry about what you became.