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

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

She's to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out
And ain't nobody
So she thinks she'll shape her
Buy a boom box turn to rappin'

She keep up
With them heathers
learn to shake her boobies
Just Salt N' Peppa

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

Well, he never was at suckin' up
To all them disc 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 about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe

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

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

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

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

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