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, assumed you were sleeping, immediately start a 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went camping in the cold; I'm in the standing in some snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and 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 where you at now, you laid back
The came 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 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 half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the site to go and search for ya.
I read the trail your feet made, step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know where it leads but I see but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared to yours.
From the north it came out of the thick woods, and footprints belong to a big wolf.
Trying to service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was 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 would have turned a drumstick
And it gets about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's a new set of in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan club now you've got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone you going?
It the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm trying to find your remains.
Your foot prints 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 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, expect the worst. Adrenaline burst the nerves.
50 yards into the woods and brush, it got so thick that it 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 snow it was plain a there was a third 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 wolves never stopped, the tracks kept and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I I'll never go into those 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 that you'd the game.

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

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 you'd become the game.

I to worry about what you became.