歌曲 | Eagles Fly |
歌手 | Sammy Hagar |
专辑 | The Essential Red Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hagar | |
on a dark desert highway, | |
cool wind in my hair. | |
warm smell of colitas, | |
rising up through the air. | |
up ahead in the distance, | |
i saw a shimmering light. | |
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 was thinking to myself, | |
"this could be heaven or this could be hell" | |
then she lit up a candle, | |
and she showed me the way. | |
there were voices down the corridor. | |
i thought i heard them say... | |
welcome to the hotel california! | |
such a lovely place! | |
such a lovely face! | |
plenty of room at the hotel california! | |
any time of year, you can find it here! | |
her mind is tiffany-twisted, | |
she got the mercedes bends. | |
she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, | |
that she calls friends. | |
how they dance in the courtyard, | |
sweet summer sweat. | |
some dance to remember, | |
some dance to forget! | |
so i called up the captain, | |
"please bring me my wine" | |
he said'we haven't had that spirit here | |
since nineteen 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... | |
welcome 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. | |
the stab it with their steely knives, | |
but they just can'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, | |
"we are programmed to receive, | |
you can checkout any time you like, | |
but you can never leave." |
zuo ci : Hagar | |
on a dark desert highway, | |
cool wind in my hair. | |
warm smell of colitas, | |
rising up through the air. | |
up ahead in the distance, | |
i saw a shimmering light. | |
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 was thinking to myself, | |
" this could be heaven or this could be hell" | |
then she lit up a candle, | |
and she showed me the way. | |
there were voices down the corridor. | |
i thought i heard them say... | |
welcome to the hotel california! | |
such a lovely place! | |
such a lovely face! | |
plenty of room at the hotel california! | |
any time of year, you can find it here! | |
her mind is tiffanytwisted, | |
she got the mercedes bends. | |
she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, | |
that she calls friends. | |
how they dance in the courtyard, | |
sweet summer sweat. | |
some dance to remember, | |
some dance to forget! | |
so i called up the captain, | |
" please bring me my wine" | |
he said' we haven' t had that spirit here | |
since nineteen 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... | |
welcome 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. | |
the stab it with their steely knives, | |
but they just can' 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, | |
" we are programmed to receive, | |
you can checkout any time you like, | |
but you can never leave." |
zuò cí : Hagar | |
on a dark desert highway, | |
cool wind in my hair. | |
warm smell of colitas, | |
rising up through the air. | |
up ahead in the distance, | |
i saw a shimmering light. | |
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 was thinking to myself, | |
" this could be heaven or this could be hell" | |
then she lit up a candle, | |
and she showed me the way. | |
there were voices down the corridor. | |
i thought i heard them say... | |
welcome to the hotel california! | |
such a lovely place! | |
such a lovely face! | |
plenty of room at the hotel california! | |
any time of year, you can find it here! | |
her mind is tiffanytwisted, | |
she got the mercedes bends. | |
she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, | |
that she calls friends. | |
how they dance in the courtyard, | |
sweet summer sweat. | |
some dance to remember, | |
some dance to forget! | |
so i called up the captain, | |
" please bring me my wine" | |
he said' we haven' t had that spirit here | |
since nineteen 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... | |
welcome 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. | |
the stab it with their steely knives, | |
but they just can' 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, | |
" we are programmed to receive, | |
you can checkout any time you like, | |
but you can never leave." |