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 sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the 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 I noticed your 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 breeze came and it 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 laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've gone.
It aint right, start the I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
a mile into 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 with my 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 have turned into a drumstick
And it about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't 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 right to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot 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 breaths like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your tracks dip off of the and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept you were swallowed.
no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept 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 dog with hunger pains
I was so that you'd become the game.

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

I forgot to worry what you became.