Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I slept, put my boots on and climbed 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 to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, fresh 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 to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; 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 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 know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless 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 footprints belong to a big wolf.
to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife 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 take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan doubled now you've got another wolf.
And the are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you going?
It the right 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 breaths looking like a engine train.
Suddenly your 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 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 it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I process, I don't follow. It would be easier to accept that 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 tracks going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll never go into woods again.

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

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

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

I to worry about what you became.