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

She's been playin' low life honky tonks
For years in Texas
She's 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 just turn to

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

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

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

He had to his bus, his house, his cows
Ain't had a hit since the
Well, he's fed up 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 funky, too ahead for his boots
He done gone funky, his cowboy boots
He gone funky, wearin' platform shoes
He done funky, oh, Suki

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

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

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