Luyện nghe bài hát Became

It's no surprise I slept, put my boots on and climbed out my tent.
I didn't see you, assumed you were sleeping, start a fire 'cause its freezing.
I can't believe we went in the cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in some snow.
A late but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then pack up.
when I noticed 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 laid back
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to tent and called out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no Ima hold put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes on, it's going on at least half an hour you've been gone.
It aint right, start the paranoia; I left the camp site to go and 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 into the course, another set of tracks 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 felt 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 ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would have 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 good. Your fan club doubled now you've got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone where you
It aint the right time to complain, but it feels like I'm to find your remains.
Your foot prints grew further apart, I knew 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 looked dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the 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 be easier to accept that you were swallowed.
With no of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves stopped, the tracks kept going and I took off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll go into those woods again.

It's not 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 you'd the game.

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