Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

Listen all you to my sad refrain
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, what a great
IRT that's a line
And if you gotta travel
He's a greater conductor than Leonard

on a Sunday in the summer and from everywhere
People planned to take a subway to the World's
A half a people tried to push and jar
All of them 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 back and 'round
He squeezed so many in he the engineer out

J. C. Cohen, what a great
How moan, step to the rear
J. C. Cohen, he really had a
On a subway train without an

J. C. to get into the engineer's place
But he look inside 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

They passed Columbus doing 82
A couple minutes they were under Bronx Zoo
J. C. shuddered and he said, "I
This used to be a local but now an Express"

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
Kept his when everyone was tense
He said, "When we the city limits
Everybody pays 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. 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 to give me his seat"

J. C. Cohen, what a great
J. C. noticed 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 came to the tunnel ends
When came up to the surface from the long, long hole
They were twenty seven inches from the great North

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

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

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

Then she to her little boy and took his hand
And she said, "I'm going to you out to Disneyland
So Melvin, little darling, you weep or wail
'Cause you got another on the monorail"
Got another on the monorail