Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I see you, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows and those 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 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 campground and hoofed the path.
I you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, 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 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 odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot prints 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 tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline 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 good 15 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 set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no of struggle, no signs 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 never go into those woods again.

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

I to worry about what you became.