Les chants de Liverpool

 You'll never walk alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown
Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And You'll Never Walk Alone
You'll Never Walk Alone

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And You'll Never Walk Alone
You'll ne-ver walk alone

Bring On ...

Bring on your Manchester United,
Bring on your cockneys by the score,
And we'll take them two by two,
And kick fuck out of you
Cos Liverpool are the team that we adore 

Campione

Ooooh Campione,
The one and only,
We're Liverpool,
They say our days are numbered we're not famous anymore,
But Scousers rule the country like we've always done before,

Ooooh Campione,
The one and only,
We're Liverpool

Fields of Anfield Road

Outside the Shankly Gates,
I heard a Kopite calling,
Shankly they have taken you away,
But you left the great eleven,
Just before they took you to heaven,
And the Redmen are still playing the same way.

CHORUS
All round the fields of Anfield Road,
Where once we watched the king Kenny play,
We had Heighway was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
Of the glory round the fields of Anfield Road.

Outside the Paisley Gates,
I heard a Kopite calling
Paisley they have taken you away,
But you led the great eleven
Back in Rome in seventy seven
And the Redmen are still playing the same way

Repeat Chorus

L-I-V

L-I-V
E-R-P
Double-O L

Liverpool FC

LIV  ER  POOL

And it's Liv er pool
Liverpool FC
We're by FAR the greatest team
The world has ever seen 
 

Poor Scouser Tommy

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy
Who was sent far away from his home
To fight for his king and his country
And also the old folks back home

So they put him in a Highland division
Sent him off to a far foreign land
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there's nothing to see but the sands

In a battle that started next morning
Under a Libyan sun
I remember that poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun

As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head)
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying dying)
These were the last words he said...

Oh...I am a Liverpudlian
I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout
I get thrown out quite a lot (every week)

We support the team that's dressed in red
A team that we all know
A team that we call
Liverpool
And to glory we will go

We've won the League, we've won the Cup
We've been to
Europe too
We played the Toffees for a laugh
And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil !

One two
One two three
One two three four
Five nil !

Rush scored one
Rush scored two
Rush scored three
And Rush scored four!

The reds are coming up the hill boys

The reds are coming up the hill boys,
The reds are coming up the hill boys.

They all laugh at us
They all mock at us
They all say our days are numbered.

Born to be a Scouse
Victorious are we,
If you wanna win a cup
Then you'd better hurry up
Cos we're Liverpool FC

Victorious and glorious
We took the Gwladys Street
between four of us
And glory be to God that there isn't anymore of us
Cos we'd take the fucking lot!

F*ck Off Chelsea FC

F*ck Off Chelsea FC,
You ain't got no history,
Five European Cup's and 18 leagues,
That's what we call history...

To good to be true

Your just to good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you,
You've got a heavenly touch,
You pass like Souness to Rush,
And when we're p*ssed in the bars,
We thank the lord that your ours,
Your just to good to be true,
Can't take the ball off of you,

Oh Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Oh Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Oh Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,
Oh Steven, Steven, Steven Gerrard,

Oh Steven Gerrard
Because he hates Man U,
Oh Steven Gerrard,
He hates the blue s*ite too,
Oh Steven Gerrard,
You're a red through and through! (x2)...

We won it five times

We won it at Wem-ber-ly
We' won it in Gay Paris
In 77 and '84 it was Rome

We've won it five times
We've won it five ti-i-imes
In Istanbul, we won it five times

Steve Gerrard

Steve Gerrard, Gerrard,
He'll pass the ball 40 yards,
He's big and he's f***ing hard,
Steve Gerrard, Gerrard...

When the Reds go marching in

Oh when the Reds, (Oh when the Reds),
Go marching in (go marching in),
Oh when the Reds go marching in,
I wanna be in that number,
Oh when the Reds go marching in..

We hate Nottingham Forest

We hate Nottingham Forest,
We hate Everton too – they’re s**t!
We hate Man United,
But Liverpool we love you
All together now! (repeat).

A red and white Kop

On a Saturday afternoon,
We support a team called Liverpool,
And we sing until we drop,
In a red and white Spion Kop.

We all live in a red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop,
We all live in a red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop,
A red and white Kop

In a town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed the seas,
And he told me of his pride,
They were a famous football team,
So we trailed to Anfield Road,
Singing songs of victory,
And there we found the holy ground,
Of our hero Bill Shankly,
We all live in red and white Kop…

We all dream of a team of Carragher’s

Number 1 is Carragher,
Number 2 is Carragher,
Number 3 is Carragher,
Number 4 is Carragher, CARRAGHER

We all dream of a team of Carragher’s
A team of Carragher’s
A team of Carragher’s
We all dream of a team of Carragher’s
A team of Carragher’s
A team of Carragher’s

Number 5 is Carragher,
Number 6 is Carragher,
Number 7 is Carragher,
Number 8 is Carragher, CARRAGHER

We all dream of a team of Carragher’s,
A team of Carragher’s,
A team of Carragher’s,
We all dream of a team of Carragher’s,
A team of Carragher’s,
A team of Carragher’s…

Number 9 is Carragher,
Number 10 is Carragher,
Number 11 is Carragher,
and 23 is Carragher, CARRAGHER

Every other Saturday

Every other Saturday's me half day off,
And it's off to the match I go,
I like to take a stroll along the Anfield Road,
Me and me old pal Joe.
I like to see the lasses with their red scarves on,
I like to hear the Kopites roar,
But I don't have to tell you that best of all,
Is when we see Liverpool sco-o-o-ore! sco-o-o-ore!

We've won the English League about a thousand times,
And UEFA was a simple do,
We've played some exhibitions in the FA Cup,
We are the Wembley Wizards too,
But when we won the European Cup in Rome,
Like we should have done years before,
We gathered down at Anfield,
Boys a hundred thousand strong,
To give the boys a welcome ho-o-o-me, ho-o-o-ome.

Kenny! Ohhh Kenny!
I'd walk a million miles for one of your goals oh Kenny,
Ohhh Kenny...

 

 
« J'étais venu pour voir un stade et je repars avec le souvenir de scousers très attachants et d'une ville unique et originale. Certes, son ciel a du caractère, ses docks abandonnés donnent froid dans le dos et ses Beatles réveillent la nostalgie d'une époque révolue. Mais désormais, sans oublier son passé, Liverpool fixe son regard vers le futur et sait apporter à l'homme de passage toutes les surprises et les émotions qu'il attend de chacun de ces voyages. »

Serge Gloumeaud.
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