hotel california(加州旅馆) - the eagles(飞鹰乐队
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 can
