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 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 up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
you're already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze and it stalled 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 around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I you'll return no concern; Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's going on at least an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and search for ya.
I the trail your feet 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 out of the thick woods, and those footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I if you even knew 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 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 doubled now got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you off all alone where you going?
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to your remains.
Your foot 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 tracks dip off of the track and so did theirs so my I grabbed.
Into the forest, the worst. Adrenaline burst disturbed the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 colder.
And I'll admit ya I felt fear the sound 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 that you swallowed.
With no sign of death, no of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the never stopped, the tracks kept going and I took off.
So I don't how your story ends, but I know I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

I forgot to worry what you became.