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

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

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

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a great
Kept his head when was tense
He said, "When we the city limits
Everybody another fifteen cents"

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

A lady said to J. C. with indignation
"If this is Albany then you have 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, what a great
J. C. Cohen noticed odd
When he saw lobsters on the
He said, "I got a feeling beneath Cape Cod"

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

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

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
Bless his soul, he ran out of
J. C. Cohen, he was frozen
And he had to be brought in a Good Humor truck

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

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