Lyrics of Jay Chou's listen to Mom

Children, do you have many question marks

Why do people read comics there while I'm learning to draw and talk to the piano

Others are playing games, but I lean against the wall to carry my ABC

I said I wanted a big plane, but I got an old tape recorder

Why listen to your mother? You will begin to understand this passage when you grow up

When I grew up, I began to understand

Why do I run faster and fly higher than others

In the future, all you see are my comics, and all you sing are my songs

Mother's hard work does not let you see warm recipes in her heart

When you have time, hold her hand and walk together

Don't let her get hurt if you listen to her mother. Only when you want to grow up can you protect her

Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness, angel's magic, warmth and kindness

In your future, music is your trump card. Take the trump card and fall in love

Well, I don't want to teach you bad. I'd better listen to my mother and fall in love later

I know your future, but mom knows better than I do

You will start to learn how other students write in their schoolbags

But I suggest that it's better to write about mom. I will study hard

How can hard work come out of my mouth

I don't want you to lose, so I want you to study hard

You should keep the sweater your mother knitted for you

Because when mother's day comes, I'll tell her I still have it

By the way, I will meet Chow Yun fat

So you can show off to your classmates that the future is your father

I can't find the love letter I wrote in my childhood. Don't give it away after you finish it

Because you'll find it on the playground in two days

You will start to like pop songs because Jacky Cheung is going to sing goodbye

Don't let her get hurt if you listen to her mother. Only when you want to grow up can you protect her

Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness, angel's magic, warmth and kindness

Don't let her get hurt if you listen to her mother. Only when you want to grow up can you protect her

When I grew up, I began to understand

Why do I run faster and fly higher than others

In the future, all you see are my comics, and all you sing are my songs

Mother's hard work does not let you see warm recipes in her heart

When you have time, hold her hand and walk together

Don't let her get hurt if you listen to her mother. Only when you want to grow up can you protect her

Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness, angel's magic, warmth and kindness