Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
IRT a subway line
And if you travel uptown
a greater 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 tried to push and jar
All of them to get in one car

But the IRT on their finest men
J. C. Cohen pack a subway like a sardine can
He pushed the people up and back and 'round
He so many in he squeezed the engineer out

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

J. C. tried to get into the engineer's
But when he inside the cab, he saw a strange man's face
A pint drunk with 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
This to be a local but it's now an Express"

J. C. Cohen, what a great
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 knows where the subway ends"
The train went under Albany at 90
And Governor hollered, "What was that?"

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

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a great
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 told Mrs. Cohen that 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 no good frozen"

Then she to her little 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 another on the monorail"
Got another on the monorail