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 were sleeping, immediately start a fire 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 up, we should eat and then pack up.
It's I noticed your foot prints, snows fresh and those have been put since.
you're 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 your tent and out your name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the flap; it's an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a couple laps the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure 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 the trail your feet made, each step was deliberately placed.
It looks like you know it leads but I see nothing but leafless frozen trees.
About a mile into the course, another set of tracks next to yours.
From the north it came out of the woods, and those 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 by you, I wonder if you even knew what was behind you.
ya, maybe watchin ya, waiting for the opportunity to hop on top of ya.
Salivatin wanna take ya to the stomach, in the cartoons you would turned into a drumstick
And it about as bad it goes, 'cuz I notice there's 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 are in favor 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.
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 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 admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart beat was all I hear.
Looking at the snow it was plain a clear there was a third set of wolf prints 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 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 that tragic, not a shame.
not the hunted, you're not the aim.
You another dog with hunger pains
I was so afraid you'd become 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.

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

I forgot to worry about you became.