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 cold; I'm in the wilderness standing in snow.
A late start but we can still catch up, you need to wake up, we should eat and then up.
It's when I noticed your foot prints, fresh 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 your tent and called out name.
You didn't answer so I opened up the it's just an empty sleeping bag and your backpack.
I'm looking at your tracks; you took a laps around the campground and hoofed down the path.
I figure you'll return no concern; Ima put and try to make this cold wood burn.
The wind is blowing strong, the minutes rolling on, it's 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 looks like you know where it leads but I see nothing but frozen trees.
a mile 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 find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my though.
I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you knew what was behind you.
Stalkin ya, maybe watchin ya, 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, 'cuz I 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 favor of the home team, why'd you walk off all alone you going?
It aint the right 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 you started 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 and brush, it got so thick that it looked like dusk.
The air stood serene, sober, it seemed like a good 15 colder.
And I'll admit hell ya I felt fear the sound of my heart 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 accept that you swallowed.
With no sign of death, no 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 never go into those again.

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

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

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

I forgot to worry what you became.