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

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

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

She can't up
them country heathers
Gonna to shake her boobies
Just like Salt N'

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

Well, he was good at suckin' up
To all them disc jockeys
It like dag blammed week
some new hat act bumped him off the Opry

He had to sell his bus, his house, his
Ain't had a hit since the
Well, fed up with hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin
Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

He saw Cash 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 cowboy
He done funky, wearin' platform shoes
He gone funky, oh, Suki

Oh, well, he moved up to
Had big dreams of being a
'Bout the only he's written down lately
Are some down at Brown's diner
If everybody's country like Ali Jackson sings
"Gonna to Los Angeles 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 funky
He gone funky
He done funky
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun,
He done funky
She gone funky