Lyrics of the grape girl

There is a grape girl in the market

There is a grape girl in the market

Tall, with black hair

Two eyes can talk

I love her

Ah, her grapes are big and her grapes are sweet

Everyone in the market praises it

Her grapes are big and her grapes are sweet

Everyone in the market praises it

Every time I drive bazaye

I look at her

To buy her grapes

Take RMB out

There is a grape girl in the market

There is a grape girl in the market

Wearing a red hat and red yarn

It's like a rose face

I love her

Ah, no matter how sweet her grapes are

No matter how sour her grapes are

I always love her

No matter how sweet her grapes are

No matter how sour her grapes are

I always love to buy her

All the RMB is spent

What do you want to marry her for

I had to sell the carriage

The girl married home

Oh, no matter how sweet her grapes are

No matter how sour her grapes are

I always love to buy her

No matter how sweet her grapes are

No matter how sour her grapes are

I always love to buy her

All the RMB is spent

What do you want to marry her for

I had to sell the carriage

The girl married home

I had to sell the carriage

The girl married home

The girl married home