Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

(la boheme)(how cold your little is!)

Che gelida manina! se la riscaldar.
Cercar che al buio non si trova.
Ma per fortuna e una di luna,
E qui la luna vicina.
Aspetti, signorina, le diro con due chi son,
Chi son, e che faccio, come vivo,
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che cosa scrivo. e come vivo? vivo.
In poverta mia lieta scialo da signore
Rimi ed d'amore.
Per sogni e per chimere e per castelli in
ho milionaria.
Talor del mio forziere tutti
I due ladri: gli occhi belli.
con voi pur ora ed I miei sogni usati,
Ed I bei sogni miei si dileguar!
Ma il non m'accora poiche,
Poiche v'ha preso la speranza.
Or che mi conoscete voi.
Deh parlate. chi vi piaccia dir?

It is christmas eve on left bank. rodolfo is at home
Writing when a stranger knocks at the door. it is mimi, a neighbor, who to
Borrow a match to relight her candle. mimi is barely out the door, she
Realizes she has lost her key. as they search for it, rodolfos' hand upon
Hers.
translation
How cold your little hand is! will you let me it for you?
Why looking? it's dark, and we won't find it.
It's our good luck, though, this night's with moonlight,
Up here the could rest on our shoulders.
Please wait, my dear young lady, and I will tell you
Who stands before you, and I do,
How I my living. may i?
Who am i? am i? I am a poet.
What keeps me writing! and what do I live on? nothing!
In poverty I'm cheerful, I am a prince who
and couplets of longing.
And as for hopes and dreams of and castles-in-the-air,
Miss, I am a millionaire!
My fortress be broken in, robbed clean of the fine jewels
I if the theives were eyes like yours.
And now that I have you, all of my lovely dreaming,
All of the sweetest dreams I've dreamt, have slipped away.
This theft does not upset me, because such
Mean nothing now that I'm rich with hope!
And now you have met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!