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 a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went 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 then up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and have been put since.
What you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to your tent and called out 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 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, it's going on at 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 trail your made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared to yours.
From the north it out of the thick woods, and those footprints 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 knew what was behind 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 turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of in the snow.
I understood. It look good. Your 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 where you going?
It aint the time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains.
Your prints grew further 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 looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. 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 ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the it was plain a clear 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 of death, no sign of struggle, no signs 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 story ends, but I know I'll never go into woods again.

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

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

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

I forgot to about what you became.