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
She's sick and tired of all Reba songs
They requestin'

She's about to lose her voice, her fallin' out
And ain't clappin'
So she she'll shape her head
Buy a boom box just to rappin'

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

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

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

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
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

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

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

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

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

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