Lyrics of Liao Juntao's a lot to sing

Stop crying, children

I'd better go to my uncle

Get rid of your boredom

A bunch of flowers for my uncle, right

Give me a perfect opening

Come closer, huh

I have no choice

After all, ugly can only be a strong player

Not a lot of people

This is the only one

Hey, what's going on, baby

The end of songwriter baby

Only one baby was sold

Oh, don't go away

I still have a lot to sing

There are many things to sing

There are many things to sing

Listen, honey, don't cry

Uncle, lend you a shoulder

You must not fall asleep

Oh, by the way, people who like me

I like her a lot of words written in other songs

You can find it yourself

Don't understand, don't understand people's relationship

Why is it getting more and more strange

How to account for her love

Some people are never her food

Like me

Hey, how could that be

The end of a songwriter

Only one ticket was sold

Oh, don't go away, I'm sorry

Hey, how could that be

The end of a songwriter

Only one ticket was sold

Oh, don't go away, I'm sorry