Songtekst
Preachers from the churches
Of the world do always claim
That sinners use the Sunday
To play their wicked games
And bells ring every Sunday
As if they try to say
You're welcome to the church
To hear the preacher pray
The altar is empty
It's ten o'clock
The preacher wears his dirty socks
Tha candle's down
The rats have drowned
The people hear to praise the Son of love
Of love
Try to realize
The depth of what you say
Try to memorize
The thoughts you have today
But inside I can see
The things you want to be
I know you have to sleep
But I listen when I read
I know you're trying to sleep
And bells ring every Sunday
As if they try to say
You're welcome to the church, my friend
To hear the preacher pray
But I simply wonder why do I
Only see what one will see
But inside I can see
The things you want to be
I know you have to sleep
But I listen when I read
I know you're trying to sleep
I know you're trying to sleep
Songinformatie
Artiest | The Rob Hoeke Rhythm & Blues Group |
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| A-kant |
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Titel |
Try To Realize |
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Componist(en) |
R. Hoeke
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Producer(s) |
Tony Vos
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Engineer(s) |
Gerard Beckers
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| B-kant |
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Titel |
It Won't Be Long
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Componist(en) |
R. Hoeke
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Producer(s) |
Tony Vos
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Engineer(s) |
Gerard Beckers
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Platenlabel |
Philips
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Catalogusnr |
JF 333 990
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