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 believe we went camping in the I'm in the wilderness 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 foot prints, snows and those have been put since.
What already up, making the rounds? So where you at now, you laid back down?
The breeze came and it stalled out the flame, while I went to tent and called out your name.
You answer so I opened up the flap; it's just an empty sleeping 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 strong, the minutes rolling 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 your feet made, each step was placed.
It like 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 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 if you even knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons 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 got another wolf.
And the odds are in favor of the 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 knew what meant and it was hurting my heart.
It means you to run so I did the same, now my breaths looking like a steam engine train.
Suddenly 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 it looked like dusk.
The air serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 degrees colder.
And I'll hell ya I felt fear 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 easier to that you were swallowed.
no sign of death, no sign of struggle, no signs of blood, no signs of trouble.
And the wolves never stopped, the tracks kept going and I off.
So I don't know how your story ends, but I know I'll go into those woods again.

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 you'd become the game.

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

I to worry about what you became.