Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

Listen all you children to my sad
About a subway conductor on a train
Squeezing people cars, he won his fame
And John Charles was the great man's name

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

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

But the IRT depended on their men
J. C. Cohen could pack a subway like a 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, to the rear
J. C. Cohen, he had a problem
On a subway train without an

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

They passed Columbus Circle 82
A couple minutes 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 great
Kept his when everyone was tense
He said, "When we pass the limits
Everybody pays 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 said to J. C. Cohen with indignation
"If this is Albany you have passed my station
So either you should take me back to fifty Street
Or ask one of these to give me his seat"

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
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 interrupt me when I'm Pan?"
Then she said to her partner, Mrs. R. J.
"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