Luyện nghe bài hát J C Cohen

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

J. C. Cohen, a great conductor
IRT that's a line
And if you travel uptown
He's a greater conductor Leonard Bernstein

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

But the IRT depended on finest men
J. C. could pack 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, what a conductor
How he'd moan, step to the
J. C. Cohen, he had a problem
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 pint drunk with a full pint bottle
He emptied out the bottle and he yelled, throttle

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

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

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

A lady said to J. C. with 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, what a great
J. C. Cohen noticed odd
When he saw lobsters on the
He said, "I got a feeling we're beneath Cod"

Oh well, the train kept speeding to the my friends
Finally to where the tunnel ends
When they came up to the surface the long, long hole
They were twenty seven 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 fresh air and before took a whiff
and all the passengers were frozen stiff

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

When they told Mrs. that she'd lost her man
She said, "Must you me when I'm playing Pan?"
Then she to her partner, Mrs. R. J. Rosen
"Cohen was a lovely husband but 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 weep or
'Cause you got papa on the monorail"
Got papa on the monorail