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

She's been playin' them low life tonks
For years in Texas
She's sick and of all them Reba songs
They requestin'

She's to lose her voice, her hair's fallin' out
And nobody clappin'
So she thinks she'll shape her
Buy a box just turn to rappin'

She keep up
With them heathers
Gonna learn to shake her
Just like N' Peppa

She done gone funky, a new tattoo
She gone 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 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 hearin'
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Raye
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

He saw Johnny 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 of being a songwriter
'Bout the only things he's written lately
Are some down at Brown's diner
If gone country like Ali Jackson sings
"Gonna move to Los Angeles and buy him a machine"

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

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