Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

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

'Twas on a Sunday in the and from everywhere
People 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 finest men
J. C. Cohen could pack a subway a sardine can
He pushed the people up and and 'round about
He squeezed so many in he the engineer out

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
How moan, step to the rear
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 drunk a full pint bottle
He emptied out the bottle and he yelled, full

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a great
his soul, he ran out of luck
J. C. Cohen, he was really
And he had to be brought in a Good Humor truck

When they told Mrs. 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 he's no frozen"

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