Hello everybody and welcome to another episode of Tropical Music.
I am your host, Robert Morales, aka Robert Tico, and I really hope you enjoyed our last
few episodes in which we featured Conjunto Progreso, which is a typical Cuban music
band.
In this episode, we're going to have the Soul Rebels, which is a brass band that came
here to Miami for the Carnival on the Mile Festival, actually Coral Gables, which is south
of Miami.
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Without any further preamble, let's listen to the sounds of the Soul Rebels.
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Oh, it goes to one, two, one, two, three, go, go!
Here we go, now, here we go, now, here we go, now!
Here we go, now, here we go, now, here we go, now, here we go, now!
Here we go, now, here we go, now, here we go, now, here we go, now, here we go!
Oh, sing me the one singing me a fine verse, please.
We're no more fires, we're dead.
What's been on us?
Don't mess up with y'all.
Oh.
We're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
We're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
We're dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.
We're dead.
In all these streets of these ghettos, there's never gonna be a dead radio.
Every man walking down this road, with a love like a star.
In every good zone, there's a car, free driver.
But it does not stop these strong-willed people.
Just like the butter land, the butter land, every slot.
So much love, so much joy, it's just a beginning.
Oh.
Ah.
We need to bring the crowd back, we need to bring the crowd back.
Oooh.
