Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Funky (Parody 'Gone Country' - Alan Jackson)

She's been playin' them low life honky
For years in Texas
She's sick and of all them Reba songs
They keep

She's about to lose her voice, her hair's out
And nobody clappin'
So she thinks shape her head
Buy a boom box turn to rappin'

She can't up
them country heathers
Gonna learn to shake her
like Salt N' Peppa

She done gone funky, a brand new
She done funky, a big nose ring too
She done gone funky, her favorite rap "Shoop"
She done gone funky, hah, you go

Well, he never was good at up
To all them disc jockeys
It seemed like dag blammed
Then some new hat act him off the Opry

He had to sell his bus, his house, his
had a hit since the sixties
Well, he's fed up hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

He saw Johnny on MTV
a new new toupee
Said "That's the for me"

He gone funky, too ahead for his boots
He done funky, burned his cowboy boots
He done gone funky, platform shoes
He gone funky, oh, Suki

Oh, well, he up to Nashville
Had big dreams of a songwriter
'Bout the only things he's down lately
Are orders down at Brown's diner
If everybody's gone like Ali Jackson sings
"Gonna move to Los and buy him a drum machine"

He gone funky, hangin' out
With old Sloop Doggy Dog, sippin' on gin and
He done gone funky, do wets for two crew
He gone funky

I feel good, hey, he gone funky
He done gone
He done gone
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
He done funky
She done gone