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

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

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

She can't up
With them country
Gonna to shake her boobies
Just Salt N' Peppa

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

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

He had to sell his bus, his house, his
had a hit since the sixties
Well, he's fed up hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe

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

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

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

He done gone funky, out
With old 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 gone funky