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, you were sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's when I noticed your prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What you're already up, making the rounds? So you at now, you laid back down?
The came and it stalled out the flame, while I went 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 at your tracks; you took a couple laps 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 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, another set of appeared next to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and those footprints to a big wolf.
Trying to find service on my cellphone, I aight with my knife on my belt though.
I the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder 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 you would have turned into a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club doubled now you've got wolf.
And the odds are in of the home 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 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 like a steam engine train.
Suddenly your tracks dip off of the 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 serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt the sound of my heart beat was all I could hear.
Looking at the it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf prints where yours disappeared.
I can't process, I don't follow. It would be to accept that you were swallowed.
no sign of death, no sign 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 know how your story ends, but I I'll never go into those woods again.

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

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

I to worry about what you became.