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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 move to Los and buy him a drum machine"

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

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