MY NAME

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
'Cause 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

 THE ROLLING STONES

Aproveitando mais uma maravilhosa composição da YARA

agradeço, embora de forma modesta à grande amiga

toda a sua amizade e todas as lindíssimas imagens com que me presenteia e

e têm ajudado a elaborar este meu blog,

Muito obrigado e um grande abraço é muito pouco mas é o que tenho.

CHRIS MORRIS

CHRIS MORRIS