From Beebop to Soul

Presented in class: April 6

From BeeBop To Summer of Soul

Oh the places a black face can go

Black people rejoice for it is our time

Do you hear my trumpet sing?

Black people come alive

Do you feel the revolution in the croon of my voice

Do you feel our change coming?

Oh black faces in the crowd do you feel my soul?

Black faces as you sway and swing

Do you feel the change that our voice will bring

Black people this is our voice!

When our trumpet is bent it sings an even more beautiful tune

Black faces once again ignored by white society

This is not for them this is for us

This is our joy

This is our moment

This is our soul

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