Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

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

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

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

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

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

They passed Circle 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, what a conductor
Kept his head when everyone was
He said, "When we pass the city
pays 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 this is then you have passed my station
So you should take 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
When he saw on the roadbed
He said, "I got a feeling beneath Cape Cod"

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

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

When told Mrs. Cohen that she'd lost her man
She said, "Must you interrupt me I'm playing 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 little boy and took his
And she said, "I'm going to you out to Disneyland
So Melvin, little darling, you weep or wail
you got another papa on the monorail"
Got another papa on the