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

She's been them low life honky tonks
For thirty years in
She's sick and of all them Reba songs
keep requestin'

She's to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out
And nobody clappin'
So she thinks she'll shape her
Buy a boom box just to rappin'

She keep up
With them country
Gonna to shake her boobies
Just like Salt N'

She done gone funky, a brand new
She done gone funky, a big nose too
She done gone funky, her rap song's "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 some new hat act bumped him off the

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

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

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

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

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

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