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, come vivo,
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che cosa scrivo. e come vivo? vivo.
In poverta mia lieta scialo da gran
ed inni d'amore.
Per sogni e per chimere e per in aria
ho milionaria.
Talor del mio ruban tutti
I gioielle due ladri: gli belli.
con voi pur ora ed I miei sogni usati,
Ed I bei sogni miei si dileguar!
Ma il furto non poiche,
Poiche v'ha stanza la speranza.
Or che mi conoscete voi.
Deh parlate. chi siete? vi dir?

It is christmas eve on paris' bank. rodolfo is at home
Writing a stranger knocks at the door. it is mimi, a neighbor, who needs to
Borrow a match to her candle. mimi is barely out the door, when she
Realizes she has lost her key. as they search for it, rodolfos' hand upon
Hers.
translation
How cold your hand is! will you let me warm it for you?
Why bother looking? dark, and we won't 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.
What keeps me 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 fortress be broken in, robbed clean of the fine jewels
I store; if the theives were eyes yours.
And now that I seen you, all of my lovely dreaming,
All of the sweetest dreams I've dreamt, have slipped away.
This theft not upset me, because such treasures
Mean nothing now that I'm rich sweet hope!
And now you have met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!