My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I eaking to myself,
' Thcaliforniais could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
The up a dle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
Thought I heard them say...
Wele to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of rooms at the Hotel California
Any time of year,you find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes-Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dan the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dao remember, some daet
So I called up the Captain,
' Please bring me my wine'
And he said, ' We haven' t had that spirit here sinieen sixty-nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Wele to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ' We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master' s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just ' t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
' Relax,' said the night man,
rogrammed to receive.
You checkout any time you like,
but you ever leave!
白辉也跟着唱,流年听着这首英文歌,虽然听不懂,但是旋律很好听。一个初中生不要指望她能听得懂一首英文歌。
“什么歌!很好听!”
“hotel California翻译成中文就是加州旅馆。”
“哦!”
“呶,就是这张专辑里的歌!” 白辉随手把专辑给流年。
“hotel California”流年翻了翻终于找到这首