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

She's been playin' low life honky tonks
For thirty years in
She's sick and tired of all Reba songs
They keep

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

She keep up
With them heathers
learn to shake her boobies
Just like Salt N'

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

Well, he never was good at up
To all them country jockeys
It like dag blammed week
Then new hat act bumped 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, Collin
Billy Ray Cyrus, Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

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

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

Oh, well, he up to Nashville
Had big of being a songwriter
'Bout the things he's written down lately
Are some down at Brown's diner
If everybody's gone country like Ali 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 for two live crew
He done gone

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