Sélection des chants les plus populaires des supporters des Reds
Bring on
Bring on yer Internazionale, Bring on yer Roma by the score,
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Who the f**k you trying to kid,
Because Liverpool are the team that we adore…
From PSG to Napoli…
We’ve been to PSG and Napoli
Belgrade, Germany
And then we went the Allianz
And Liverpool scored three
Porto, Barcelona
Who the fuck you trying to kid?
‘Cause we’re the mighty Liverpool
We’ve won in Madrid
Sadiooo Mane
Sadio Mane
Runnin’ down the wing Mane
Hear the Kopites sing Mane
We’re all going to Madrid
Virgil van Dijk
He’s our centre-half, he’s our number four, watch him defend and we watch him score.
He can pass the ball, calm as you like, he’s Virgil van Dijk, he’s Virgil van Dijk.
Si Senor
There’s something that the Kop want you to know,
The best in the world his name is Bobby Firmino,
Our number nine
Give him the ball and he’ll score every time
Si senor
Give the ball to Bobby and he will score
Allez Allez Allez
We’ve conquered all of Europe
We’re never gonna stop
From Paris down to Madrid
We’ve won the fucking lot
Bob Paisley and Bill Shankly
The Fields of Anfield Road
We are loyal supporters
And we come from Liverpool
Allez Allez Allez
Mo Salah
Mo Salah, Mo Salah
Running down the wing
Salah la la la la la la la
Egyptian king
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 never walk alone.
Fields of Anfield Road
Outside the Shankly Gates
I heard a Kopite calling :
Shankly they have taken you away
But you left a great eleven
Before you went to heaven
And the red men are still playing the same way
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play)
We had Heighway 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..
You led the great 11
Back in Rome in 77
And the redmen they are still playing the same way
All round the Fields of Anfield Road
Where once we watched the King Kenny play (and he could play)
We had Heighway on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
Of the glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.
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 sand
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
With the blood rushing 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 plays 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!
We all live in a red and white Kop
In the town where I was born, Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his pride. They were a famous football team,
So we trailed to Anfield Road Singing songs of victory
There we saw the Holy Ground Of our hero, Bill Shankly.
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.
Oh Campione
Oh 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….. Oh campione
Oh when the Reds
Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
I wanna be in that number
Oh when the Reds
Go marching in
Liv er pool
And it’s Liv er pool
Liverpool FC
We’re by FAR the greatest team
The world has ever seen
Steve Gerrard Gerrard
Ste Gerrard Gerrard
He’ll pass the ball 40 yards
He’s big and he’s f***ing hard
Steve Gerrard Gerrard
We all dream of a team of Carraghers
Our number 1 is Carragher
Our number 2 is Carragher
Our number 3 is Carragher
Our number 4 is Carragher
Carragher!
We all dream of a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers
We all dream of a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers a team of Carraghers
Our number 5 is Carragher
Our number 6 is carragher
…etc
We’ll be coming down the road
We’ll be coming
We’ll be coming
We’ll be coming down the road
When you hear the noise of the Bill Shankly boys
We’ll be coming down the road
We shall not be moved
We shall not we shall not be moved
We shall not we shall not be moved
Just like the team
that’s going to win the (European Cup/Championship/FA Cup)
We shall not be moved
We Are Liverpool / Poetry in Motion
We are Liverpool (tra la la la la)
We are Liverpool ( tra la la la la la la la)
We are Liverpool (tra la la la la)
We\’re the best football team in the land , YES WE ARE !!!
Poetry in motion ( tra la la la la)
Poetry in motion ( tra la la la la la la la)
Poetry in motion ( tra la la la la )
We\’re the best football team in the land , YES WE ARE !!!
A Liverbird upon my chest
Here’s a song about a football team
The greatest team you’ve ever seen
A team that play total Football
They’ve won the league, Europe and all.
Chorus:
A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly’s best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May
With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue
(Chorus)
Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
Theres not a trophy to be seen
‘Cos LIverpool have swept them clean
(Chorus)
Now on the glorious 10th of May
There’s laughing reds on Wembley Way
We’re full of smiles and joy and glee
It’s Everton 1 and Liverpool 3
(Chorus)
Now on the 20th of May
We’re laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians feeling blue
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2
(Chorus)
And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They’re probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.
(Chorus)
We Remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly’s side
And Kenny’s boys of ’88
There’s never been a side so great.