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

She's been playin' them low honky tonks
For years in Texas
She's sick and tired of all Reba songs
keep requestin'

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

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

She done funky, a brand new tattoo
She gone funky, a big nose ring 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 jockeys
It seemed like dag week
some new hat act bumped him off the Opry

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

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

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

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

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

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