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 believe we went in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late start but we can catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those been put since.
you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping bag and your 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 hold put and try to make this wood burn.
The is blowing 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 the camp site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, each step was placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile 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.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my though.
I hope the wolf is by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, watchin 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 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 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 like I'm to find your remains.
Your foot prints grew apart, I knew what that meant and it was hurting my heart.
It you started to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train.
your 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 into the woods and brush, it got so 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 of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no of death, no sign 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 I'll never go into woods again.

not that 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 become the game.

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

I forgot to worry about you became.