Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

Listen all you children to my sad
About a conductor on a runaway train
Squeezing people into cars, he won his
And John Charles Cohen was the great name

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
IRT a subway line
And if you travel uptown
He's a conductor than Leonard Bernstein

'Twas on a in the summer and from everywhere
planned to take a subway to the World's Fair
A half a million tried to push and jar
All of them to get in one car

But the IRT depended on their men
J. C. Cohen could pack a subway a sardine can
He pushed the people up and back and about
He so many in he squeezed the engineer out

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
How moan, step to the rear
J. C. Cohen, he really had a
On a subway without an engineer

J. C. tried to get into the place
But when he look inside the cab, he saw a strange face
A half pint drunk with a pint bottle
He emptied out the and he yelled, full throttle

They passed Columbus doing 82
A couple minutes later were under Bronx Zoo
J. C. and he said, "I guess
This used to be a local but now an Express"

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
Kept his head everyone was tense
He said, "When we pass the limits
Everybody pays another cents"

J. C. said, "We're north, my friends
But not a man alive knows where the ends"
The train went under Albany at 90
And Governor hollered, "What was that?"

A lady said to J. C. Cohen with
"If this is Albany then you have my station
So either you should take me back to fifty Street
Or ask one of gentlemen to give me his seat"

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
J. C. Cohen noticed odd
When he saw on the roadbed
He said, "I got a feeling beneath Cape Cod"

Oh well, the train kept speeding to the north my
came to where the tunnel ends
When came up to the surface from the long, long hole
They twenty seven inches from the great North Pole

J. C. hollered, "Everybody out
This is the end of the line beyond the of a doubt"
They went out to get fresh air and before they took a whiff
Cohen and all the were frozen stiff

J. C. Cohen, what a great
his soul, he ran out of luck
J. C. Cohen, he was frozen
And he had to be brought home in a Humor truck

When they told Mrs. Cohen she'd lost her man
She said, "Must you interrupt me I'm playing Pan?"
she said to her partner, Mrs. R. J. Rosen
"Cohen was a husband but he's no good frozen"

Then she went to her little boy and his hand
And she said, "I'm to take you out to Disneyland
So Melvin, darling, don't you weep or wail
'Cause you got another on the monorail"
Got papa on the monorail