Lyrics of Dian Ying Ge Qu & album version by Xu Guanjie

My local workers

Go straight through the street and tie your stomach

Drive to the end of the month

It doesn't matter what you say

The worst of Bosch depression

Are you barking everywhere

Ah, I pick up my face and look at it

You're serious about appetizers

Half a weight and half a weight

Half a weight, half a weight, half a weight, half a weight

If you have enough ginger, you'll go for it

The left half of the effort to think about the words of the pile of time eight Liang

The family is not warm, the food is half the weight, the sweet ideal (blow up)

Our local workers have been slaves to coins all their lives

A kind of hard work makes you scared

It doesn't matter what you say

Even if you are lucky, you can't enjoy it

Half a weight is worse than half a weight

You have to peck at every bit of chicken

The left half of the effort to think about the words of the pile of time eight Liang

The family array is not warm, the food side has half the weight and eight Liang sweet ideal

Our local workers have been slaves to coins all their lives

A kind of hard work makes you scared

It doesn't matter what you say