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

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

She's about to lose her voice, her fallin' out
And nobody clappin'
So she she'll shape her head
Buy a boom box turn to rappin'

She keep up
them country heathers
Gonna learn to shake her
Just Salt N' Peppa

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

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

He had to his bus, his house, his cows
had a hit since the sixties
Well, he's fed up with hearin'
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Collin
Ray Cyrus, John Michael 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 funky, burned his cowboy boots
He done funky, wearin' platform shoes
He done gone funky, oh,

Oh, well, he moved up to
Had big dreams of being a
'Bout the only things he's written down
Are some orders down at diner
If everybody's gone country Ali Jackson sings
"Gonna to Los Angeles and buy him a drum machine"

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

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