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HYMN - 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.

Tłumaczenie (translation)

Gdy idziesz w¶ród burzy,
Trzymaj głowę podniesion± wysoko
I nie obawiaj się mroku.
Po burzy,
Jest złote niebo,
I słodka srebrna pie¶ń skowronka.


IdĽ poprzez wiatr, IdĽ poprzez deszcz,
Choćby twe marzenia legły w gruzach...
IdĽ dalej, idĽ z nadziej± w sercu,
A nigdy nie będziesz szedł sam.......
Nigdy sam.
IdĽ dalej, idĽ z nadziej± w sercu,
A nigdy nie będziesz szedł sam.......
Nigdy sam.

INNE PIE¦NI
Poor Scouser Tommy - Anfield Rap - A Liverbird Upon My Chest

He Scores Against The Shite - O Come All Ye Faithful The Cry Was No Surrender

The Man From France - The Reds Are Coming Up The Hill

We All Live In A Red and White Kop - We're on our way to Roma - We Love You Liverpool...

POOR SCOUSER TOMMY
I'll tell you a 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 the 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
Well the battle started next morning
Under the Arabian sun
I remember the poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
As he lay on the battle field dying (dying 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 go there quite a lot (every week)
We are the team who 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 Toffes 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! 
Anfield Rap
Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell
United, Tottenham, Arsenal
Watch my lips, and I will spell
'cause they don't just play, but they can rap aswell

Liverpool F.C.
Liverpool F.C.

My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility...

aah...aah...ahh...aah

...had Napoleon had that idea he'd have conquered the bloody world

Walk on... walk on... with hope... in your heart... and you'll ne... ver walk... alone

Alright Aldo
Sound as a pound
I'm cushty la but there's nothing down
The rest of the lads ain't got it sussed
We'll have to learn 'em to talk like us

Well I'm rapping now, I'm rapping for fun
I'm your goalie, the number one
You can take the mick, don't call me a clown
Any more lip and you're going down

Alright Ace, we're great me and you
But the other lads don't talk like we do
No they don't talk like we do, do they do la
We'll have to learn 'em to talk propah

Walk on... walk on... with hope... in your heart... and you'll ne... ver walk... alone

You two scousers are always yapping
I'm gonna show you some serious rapping
I come from Jamaica, my name is John Barn-es
When I do my thing the crowd go bananas

How's he doing the Jamaica rap?
He's from just south of the Watford Gap
He gives us stick about the north/south divide
'cause they got the jobs
Yeah, but we got the side

Well I came to England looking for fame
So come on Kenny man, give us a game
'cause I'm sat on the bench paying my dues with the blues
I'm very big down under, but my wife disagrees

They've won the league, bigger stars than Dallas
They got more silver than Buckingham Palace
No-one knows quite what to expect
When the red machine's in full effect

Well Steve McMahon sure can rap
It's about time he had an England cap
So come on Bobby Robson, he's the man
'cause if anyone can, Macca can
Macca-can... Macca-can... Macca-can... Macca-can...

Liverpool F.C. is hard as hell

My idea was to build Liverpool up and up and up until eventually they would be untouchable. Everybody would have to submit. Give in, give in, give in

We're Ireland lads
Och-ai the noo
And there's four of us
And only two of you
So if you want nai trouble
And you don't want a slap
You'd better teach us the Anfield rap

Don't forget us paddies
And me the Great Dane
And I'm from London mate so watch your game
Well you two scousers, you're always squaking
But we'll just let our feet do the talking

Our lads have come from all over the place
They talk dead funny, but they play dead great
Well now we've gotta learn 'em to talk real cool
The song you've gotta learn if you're Liverpool

Walk on... walk on... with hope... in your heart... and you'll ne... ver walk... alone

You'll never walk alone

Ho-ho my word
That's unbelievable, it really is
I think they should stick to playing football. Terrible
What do you think Kenny?

Oh yeah!

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. 

 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 

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

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 

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

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 

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

Now on the 20th of May 
We're laughing still on Wembley Way 
Those Evertonians feeling blue 
at Liverpool 3 and Everton 2 

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

And as we sang round Goodison Park 
With crying blues all in a nark 
They're probably crying still 
at Liverpool 5 and Everton 0. 

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

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.

He Scores Against The Shite

He's red
He's white
He scores against the shite
Nick Barmby, Nick Barmby

At the start of the game against Everton in October 2000(his first derby in a red shirt), the song went along the lines off:

He's red,
He's white,
We bought him from the shite
Nick Barmby, Nick Barmby

This version must be the shortest living song in history as it only lasted for ten minutes before Barmby scored!

O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL
O come all ye faithful, 
joyful and triumphant 
O come ye, O come ye to Anfield 
Come and behold them 
They're the Kings of Europe 
O come let us adore them 
O come let us adore them
O come let us adore them
L I V E R P O O L! 
THE CRY WAS NO SURRENDER
The cry was no surrender, 
We'll fight for the boys in red, 
We'll fight, we'll fight for Liverpool, 
The team that Shankly bred. 
We'll fight for Alun Evans, 
We'll fight for Ian St.John, 
We'll fight, we'll fight for Liverpool, 
The pride of division one - two- three - four 
Listen to the Kopites roar 
LIVERPOOL - LIVERPOOL - LIVERPOOL
The Man From France
Houllier, Houllier,
Gerard Houllier
He's the man from France,
He makes us dance,
Gerard Houllier
THE REDS ARE COMING UP THE HILL
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 Scouse 
Victoriously! 
So if you wanna win a cup 
Then you better hurry up 
Cos we're Liverpool FC 

Victorious and glorious 
We could take the Gwladys Street 
With the four of us 
Glory be to God there ain't no more of us 
Cos we'd have the fucking lot 

We All Live In A Red and White Kop
(Do muzyki 'Yellow Submarine', by The Beatles)

On a Saturday afternoon
We support a team called Liverpool
And we sing until we drop
On the famous 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
(Powtarzane do końca)

We're on our way to Roma
(¦piewana w 1984 do muzyki "Arrivederci Roma")

Well we're on our way to Roma
On the twenty fifth of May
All the Kopites they will be singing
The Vatican Bells they will be ringing
Liverpool F C will be bringing
The European Cup Home

WE LOVE YOU LIVERPOOL...
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
Oh Liverpool we love you. 

Shankly is our hero, he showed us how to play 
The mighty reds of Europe are out to win today 
He made a team of champions, with every man a king 
And every game we love to win and this is what we sing. 

We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
We Love you Liverpool we do. 
Oh Liverpool we love you. 

Clemence is our goalie, the best there is around 
And Keegan is the greatest that Shankly ever found 
Heighway is our favourite, a wizard of the game 
And heres the mighty Toshack to

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