Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
How he'd moan, step to the
J. C. Cohen, he had a problem
On a subway train an engineer

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
his head when 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 Albany at 90 flat
And Rockefeller hollered, "What was that?"

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

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

Oh well, the train kept to the north my friends
Finally came to where the tunnel
When they came up to the surface from the long, hole
They were twenty 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 that lost her man
She said, "Must you me when I'm playing Pan?"
Then she 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 going to take you out to
So Melvin, darling, don't you weep or wail
'Cause you got papa on the monorail"
Got papa on the monorail