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 Charles Cohen was the man's name

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

on a Sunday in the summer and from everywhere
People to take a subway to the World's Fair
A half a million people tried to and jar
All of them to get in one car

But the IRT depended on their men
J. C. could pack a subway like a sardine can
He the people up and back and 'round about
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 without an

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh well, the kept speeding to the north my friends
came to where the tunnel ends
When they came up to the 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 the shadow of a doubt"
They went out to get some fresh air and before they a whiff
Cohen and all the passengers were frozen

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
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. Cohen she'd lost her man
She said, "Must you me when I'm playing Pan?"
Then she to her partner, Mrs. R. J. Rosen
"Cohen was a lovely but he's no good frozen"

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