Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
IRT a subway line
And if you gotta 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 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 an engineer

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

They Columbus 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, a great conductor
Kept his head everyone was tense
He said, "When we pass the city
Everybody pays fifteen cents"

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

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

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

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

J. C. hollered, "Everybody out
This is the end of the line the shadow of a doubt"
They went out to get some fresh air and before they a whiff
Cohen and all the passengers 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 Good truck

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

Then she went to her boy and took 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 another on the monorail