Luyện nghe bài hát Gone Funky (Parody of Gone Country by Alan Jackson.)

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

about to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out
And ain't nobody
So she thinks shape her head
Buy a box just turn to rappin'

She keep up
With country heathers
Gonna to shake her boobies
like Salt N' Peppa

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

Well, he was good at suckin' up
To all them country disc
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 hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin
Billy Ray Cyrus, Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

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

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

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

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

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