Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

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

Che manina! se la lasci riscaldar.
che giova? al buio non si trova.
Ma per e una notte di luna,
E qui la l'abbiiamo vicina.
Aspetti, signorina, le diro con due chi son,
Chi son, e che faccio, vivo, vuole?
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che faccio? scrivo. e come vivo? vivo.
In poverta mia lieta scialo da signore
Rimi ed d'amore.
Per sogni e per e per castelli in aria
ho milionaria.
Talor del mio ruban tutti
I due ladri: gli occhi belli.
V'entrar con voi pur ora ed I sogni usati,
Ed I bei sogni miei si dileguar!
Ma il furto non poiche,
Poiche preso stanza la speranza.
Or che mi conoscete voi.
Deh parlate. chi siete? vi dir?

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