Ето този Ливърпул искам да гледам

[jembajemba]

В последната минута ми прецакаха тотото, мърсисайците.

[dr_HOUS]

те фулъм легнаха кво искате..................

изкам свирка от фъртюсън

[Gil-galad]

Ето един специален поздрав за феновете на Ливърпул!

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 the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
Tho' 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

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
Now it's glory round the Fields of Anfield Road.

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

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
There's 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 are feeling blue
It's 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 nil.

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

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 back in 1965
When great Bill Shankly was alive
We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1
When it fell to the head of Ian St John

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

On April 15th '89
What should have been a joyous time
Ninety six Friends, we all shall miss
And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE)

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 laugh at us
They all say our days are numbered
Born to be a Scouse
Victorious are we
If you wanna win the Cup, then you'd better hurry up
'Cos Liverpool FC ...
Glorious, victorious ... etc ...

Scouse 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 all the old folks back home
They put him in a second division
Sent him off to a far foreign field
Where the flies swarm around in their thousands
And there's nothing to see but the sand
Now the battle it started next morning
Under the Arabian sun
I remember the poor Scouser Tommy
Who was shot by an old Nazi gun
He lay on the battlefield dying
With the blood rushing out of his head
As he lay on the battlefield dying, dying, dying
These were the last words he said
`Oh, I'm a Liverpudlian and I come from the Spion Kop
I like to sing, I like to shout and get thrown out quite a lot (every week)
We support a team that's dressed in red
It's a team that you a

[dr_HOUS]

В последната минута ми прецакаха тотото, мърсисайците.

утре заложи на Вила да си върнеш парите

[Red Hot]

Дано да задържим темпото до края, а и Ман ще трябва да сбъркат някъде. 20 години без титла е дълъг период...
Не мога само да се начудя, на говеда които се пишат фенове на Ливърпул???

[dikanio]

Друго си е да си фен на ливърпул, цье-си-ка-ту и барцилонътъ едновременно

[BGarmy]

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Бахси якото

[fabregas_949]

Момчетата показват добра форма и дух, особено Джерард, аз лично се надявам да стигнете до титлата