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

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

She's about to lose her voice, her hair's out
And ain't clappin'
So she thinks she'll her head
Buy a boom box turn to rappin'

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

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

Well, he never was at suckin' up
To all them disc jockeys
It like dag blammed week
Then 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, Raye
Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie

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

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

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

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

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