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 them songs
They keep

She's about to lose her voice, her fallin' out
And ain't nobody
So she thinks shape her head
Buy a boom box turn to rappin'

She keep up
With country heathers
Gonna to shake her boobies
Just Salt N' Peppa

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

Well, he never was at suckin' up
To all them country jockeys
It seemed dag blammed week
Then some new hat act him off the Opry

He had to sell his bus, his house, his
Ain't had a hit the sixties
Well, he's fed up hearin' about
Travis, Garth, Tim McGraw, Raye
Billy Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe

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

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

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

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

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