The Rolling Stones - Street Fighting Man ('68) | Текст песни

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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 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 no place for a street fighting man
No


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