加州旅馆-钟伟强

　　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 place (background)

　　Such a lovely face

　　Plenty of room at the Hotel California

　　Any time of year

　　Any time of year (background)

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