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

She's been them low life honky tonks
For thirty in Texas
She's sick and of all them Reba songs
They keep

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

She can't up
With them country
learn to shake her boobies
Just like Salt N'

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

Well, he was good at suckin' up
To all them country jockeys
It like dag blammed week
Then some new hat act him off the Opry

He had to sell his bus, his house, his
had a hit since the sixties
Well, fed up with hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Raye
Billy Ray Cyrus, John 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 gone funky, burned his boots
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 written down lately
Are some down at Brown's diner
If everybody's gone like Ali Jackson sings
"Gonna move to Los Angeles and buy him a machine"

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

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