Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no I over slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you sleeping, immediately start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we 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 your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
What you're already up, 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 bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps around the campground and hoofed 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 half an hour been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the camp to go and search for ya.
I read the trail feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks you know where it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks appeared 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 aight with my knife on my belt though.
I hope the is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe ya, waiting for the opportunity 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, I notice there's a new set of tracks in the snow.
I understood. It doesn't look good. Your fan doubled 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 aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm to find your remains.
Your foot grew further 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 thick that it like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I fear the sound 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 would be easier to accept you were swallowed.
With no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no of trouble.
And the wolves 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 tragic, it's not a shame.
You're not the hunted, not the aim.
You just dog with hunger pains
I was so that you'd become the game.

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

I forgot to worry about you became.