Hotel California

Tác giả: Eagles

Ca sĩ: Eagles

Ca sĩ khác: James Last; Hứa Quàn Kiệt; Tề Tần

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.

Bitter Creek

Tác giả: Bernie Leadon

Ca sĩ: Eagles

Once I was young and so unsure. I'd try any ill to find the cure. An old man told me. Tryin' to scold me. "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek". (Bitter Creek). Out where the desert meets the sky. Is where I go when.