Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

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

Che manina! se la lasci riscaldar.
Cercar che giova? al non si trova.
Ma per fortuna e una di luna,
E qui la l'abbiiamo vicina.
Aspetti, signorina, le diro con due chi son,
Chi son, e che faccio, vivo, vuole?
Chi son? chi son un poeta.
Che cosa faccio? scrivo. e come vivo.
In poverta mia lieta scialo da gran
ed inni d'amore.
Per sogni e per e per castelli in aria
ho milionaria.
Talor del mio forziere ruban
I gioielle due 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 siete? vi dir?

It is christmas eve on left bank. rodolfo is at home
Writing when a 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 her key. as they search for it, rodolfos' hand falls upon
Hers.
English
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, this night's filled moonlight,
Up the moonlight could rest on our shoulders.
Please wait, my dear young lady, and I 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 busy? writing! and what do I 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 could be in, robbed clean of the fine jewels
I store; if the were eyes like yours.
And now that I have you, all of my lovely dreaming,
All of the sweetest dreams I've dreamt, quickly have away.
This theft not upset me, because such treasures
Mean nothing now 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!