Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

J. C. Cohen, a great 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
People planned to take a subway to the Fair
A half a million people to push and jar
All of determined to get in one car

But the IRT on their finest men
J. C. Cohen could a subway 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 moan, step 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 the cab, he saw a strange man's face
A half pint with a full pint bottle
He emptied out the bottle and he yelled, full

passed Columbus Circle doing 82
A couple minutes later they were Bronx Zoo
J. C. and he said, "I guess
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 pays fifteen cents"

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

A lady said to J. C. Cohen with
"If this is Albany then you have passed my
So either you should take me back to fifty ninth
Or ask one of these to give me his seat"

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

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

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

J. C. Cohen, what a conductor
his soul, he ran out of luck
J. C. Cohen, he was really
And he had to be brought home in a Good Humor

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

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