Letra de Street Fighting Man

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, oh, 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