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 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 your foot prints, snows 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, I went to your tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's 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 put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's 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 like you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile the course, another set of tracks appeared next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew 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 would turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I 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 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 foot prints grew further apart, I knew that meant and it was hurting my heart.
It means you started to run so I did the same, now my looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your dip off of the track and so did theirs so my knife I grabbed.
Into the forest, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst the nerves.
50 yards into the and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart was all I could hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf prints yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be easier to 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 kept 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 pains
I was so afraid that become the game.

I forgot to about 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.

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

I forgot to about what you became.