Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

Listen all you children to my sad
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 subway
And if you gotta travel
a greater conductor than Leonard Bernstein

'Twas on a Sunday in the summer and from
People planned to a subway to the World's Fair
A half a million people to push and jar
All of determined to get in one car

But the IRT depended on their men
J. C. could pack a subway like a sardine can
He pushed the people up and and 'round 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 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 with a full pint
He out the bottle 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
used to be a local but it's 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 heading north, my
But not a man alive knows where the ends"
The train went under 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 take me to fifty ninth Street
Or ask one of these to give me his seat"

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

Oh well, the train speeding to the north my friends
Finally to where the tunnel ends
When they up to the surface from the long, long hole
They were seven inches from the great 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 were frozen

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

When they told Mrs. Cohen that 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 husband but he's no good frozen"

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