Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

Listen all you to my sad refrain
About a subway conductor on a runaway
Squeezing people 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 gotta travel
He's a greater conductor than Bernstein

on a Sunday in the summer and from everywhere
People 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 on their finest men
J. C. Cohen could pack a subway like a can
He pushed the people up and back and about
He squeezed so in he squeezed the engineer out

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

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 with a full pint bottle
He out the bottle and he yelled, full throttle

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

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

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

A lady 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 gentlemen to give me his seat"

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

Oh well, the train kept speeding to the north my
Finally came to where the tunnel
When they came up to the from the long, long hole
were twenty seven inches 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 some fresh air and before they a whiff
Cohen and all the were 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 home in a Good Humor truck

When they told Mrs. Cohen she'd lost her man
She said, "Must you interrupt me I'm playing Pan?"
Then she said to her partner, Mrs. R. J.
"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, don't you weep or
you got another papa on the monorail"
Got papa on the monorail