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, boy But a-what can a poor boy do 'Cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in sleepy London town There's just no pl

Fucking hell! I'm covered in fucking wires everywhere, bastards! Everywhere I hear the sound of marching feet, boy Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy But what can a poor boy do 'cept to sing for a rock 'n' roll

Street Fighting Man 街头斗士 Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, chargeing feet, boy 无论何地当我听到游行的声音 热血沸腾 男孩 Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy 因为夏天这里此时正适合一场街头战斗 But what can a poor boy do 不然一个可怜的男孩能做什么 Except to

He was a back alley street fightin man He just do what he please A bad struttin mother, a sucker for His gun and his needs Yeah, mad at the world Thrown down and tied to the whippin' Post, oh he's a lost soul Who wants it all You know a poor boy with

Well, everywhere 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 LA town There's just no pl