Nhạc sĩ: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Don Felder | Lời: Don Henley, Glenn Frey, Don Felder
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
On the darkest of highways Cool wind in my hair What a smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my side grew *** I had to stop for the night The sheets stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell Now I'm 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 Plenty of room at the Hotel California Anytime of year You can find it here Her name is Tiffany Twisted She got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some days to remember Some days to forget So I called the captain Please bring me my wine He said We haven't had that spirit here since 1969 And still those voices are calling from far away Waking up in the middle of the night You still hear them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely place Living it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise Picture out of ice Mirrors on the ceiling A big champagne on ice She said We are all just prisoners here Of our own device And in that master chamber They gather for the feast They 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 my passage back To the place I was before Relaxed said the night man We are programmed to receive You can check out anytime you like But you can never leave Yeah! Yeah! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!