Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

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

'Twas on a Sunday in the and from everywhere
People planned to take a subway to the World's
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 could pack a like a sardine can
He pushed the people up and back and about
He so many in he squeezed the engineer out

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
How he'd moan, to the rear
J. C. Cohen, he really had a
On a subway train an engineer

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

They passed Columbus doing 82
A couple minutes later were under Bronx Zoo
J. C. and he said, "I guess
used 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 alive 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 then you have passed my
So either you take me back to fifty ninth Street
Or ask one of gentlemen to give me his seat"

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
J. C. noticed something odd
When he saw lobsters on the
He said, "I got a feeling beneath Cape Cod"

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

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

When they Mrs. Cohen that she'd lost her man
She said, "Must you interrupt me when I'm Pan?"
Then she said to her partner, Mrs. R. J.
"Cohen was a lovely but he's no good frozen"

she went 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
'Cause you got papa on the monorail"
Got papa on the monorail