paroles de chanson Street Fighting Man - The Rolling Stones
Ev'rywhere
I
hear
the
sound
of
marching,
charging
feet,
boy
'Cause
summer's
here
and
the
time
is
right
for
fighting
in
the
street,
boy
But
what
can
a
poor
boy
do
Except
to
sing
for
a
rock
'n'
roll
band
'Cause
in
sleepy
London
town
There's
just
no
place
for
a
street
fighting
man,
no
Hey!
Think
the
time
is
right
for
a
palace
revolution
But
where
I
live
the
game
to
play
is
compromise
solution
Well,
then
what
can
a
poor
boy
do
Except
to
sing
for
a
rock
'n'
roll
band
'Cause
in
sleepy
London
town
There's
just
no
place
for
a
street
fighting
man,
no
Hey!
Said
my
name
is
called
disturbance
I'll
shout
and
scream,
I'll
kill
the
king,
I'll
rail
at
all
his
servants
Well,
what
can
a
poor
boy
do
Except
to
sing
for
a
rock
'n'
roll
band
'Cause
in
sleepy
London
town
There's
just
no
place
for
a
street
fighting
man,
no
Get
down
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