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, start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in snow.
A late but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What you're up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, I went to your tent and called out your name.
You answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least half an hour been gone.
It right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it 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 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 is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
ya, maybe watchin 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 about 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 doubled now got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the team, why'd you walk off all alone where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I what that meant and it was hurting my heart.
It means you started to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a 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 woods and brush, it got so thick it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I fear the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to that 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 going and I 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 dog with hunger pains
I was so that you'd become 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 that you'd the game.

It's not 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.