Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
IRT that's a subway
And if you gotta travel
He's a conductor than Leonard Bernstein

on a Sunday in the summer and from everywhere
People planned to a subway to the World's Fair
A half a million people tried to and jar
All of determined to get in one car

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
How moan, step to the rear
J. C. Cohen, he had a problem
On a subway train without an

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

They passed Columbus Circle 82
A couple minutes later they were under Zoo
J. C. shuddered and he said, "I
This to be a local but it's now an Express"

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

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

A lady said to J. C. Cohen indignation
"If this is then you have passed my station
So either you should take me to fifty ninth Street
Or ask one of these to give me his seat"

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
J. C. Cohen noticed odd
he saw lobsters on the roadbed
He said, "I got a we're beneath Cape Cod"

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

J. C. hollered, "Everybody out
is the end of the line beyond the shadow 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
Bless his soul, he ran out of
J. C. Cohen, he was really
And he had to be brought in a Good Humor truck

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

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