Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

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

'Twas on a Sunday in the and from everywhere
planned 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. Cohen could pack a subway like a can
He the people up and back and 'round about
He squeezed so many in he squeezed the out

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
Kept his head when everyone was
He said, "When we the city limits
Everybody pays another cents"

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

A said to J. C. Cohen with indignation
"If is Albany then you have passed my station
So either you should take me back to ninth Street
Or ask one of these to give 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 we're beneath Cape Cod"

Oh well, the train speeding to the north my friends
Finally came to the tunnel ends
When they came up to the from the long, long hole
They were twenty seven 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 passengers were stiff

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
Bless his soul, he ran out of
J. C. Cohen, he was really
And he had to be home in a Good Humor truck

When they told Mrs. Cohen that she'd 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 took his
And she said, "I'm going to take you out to
So Melvin, little darling, don't you or wail
'Cause you got another on the monorail"
Got another papa on the