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, immediately start a fire its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in 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 foot prints, snows fresh and those have 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 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 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 right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and those 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 wonder if you even knew was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the to hop on top of ya.
wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, I notice there's 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 favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone 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 started to run so I did the same, now my looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your tracks dip off of the track and so did so my knife I grabbed.
the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it like dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of prints 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 kept going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll never go into those again.

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

I forgot to about what you became.