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

She's been playin' low life honky tonks
For years in Texas
She's sick and tired of all them Reba
keep requestin'

She's about to lose her voice, her hair's out
And nobody clappin'
So she thinks shape her head
Buy a boom box just turn to

She can't up
With them heathers
learn to shake her boobies
Just Salt N' Peppa

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

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

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

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

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

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

He done gone funky, out
With old Sloop Doggy Dog, on gin and juice
He done 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 gone
She done gone