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

She's been playin' them low life tonks
For thirty years in
She's and tired of all them Reba songs
They keep

about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out
And ain't clappin'
So she she'll shape her head
Buy a boom box just turn to

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

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

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

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

He saw Johnny on MTV
Bought a new new
"That's the place for me"

He gone funky, too ahead for his boots
He gone funky, burned his cowboy boots
He done gone funky, wearin' shoes
He done gone funky, oh,

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

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

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