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

She's been them low life honky tonks
For thirty in Texas
She's sick and tired of all them songs
They keep

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

She keep up
With country heathers
Gonna to shake her boobies
Just like N' Peppa

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

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

He had to his bus, his house, his cows
Ain't had a hit the sixties
Well, fed up with hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Raye
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe

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 gone funky, burned his cowboy
He done gone funky, platform shoes
He done funky, oh, Suki

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

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

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