Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I over slept, put my on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start a fire its freezing.
I can't we went 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 then up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those been put since.
What you're already up, the rounds? So where 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 opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima 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 aint right, start the paranoia; I the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your made, each step was deliberately placed.
It like 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.
From the north it came out of the woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the 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 about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan 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 time to complain, but it feels I'm trying to find your remains.
foot 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 so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart 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 sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks going and I took off.
So I know how your story ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

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

I forgot to worry about you became.