Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

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

Che gelida manina! se la riscaldar.
Cercar che giova? al 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, vivo, vuole?
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che cosa scrivo. e come vivo? vivo.
In mia lieta scialo da gran signore
Rimi ed d'amore.
Per e per chimere e per castelli in aria
ho milionaria.
Talor del mio ruban tutti
I gioielle due ladri: gli belli.
V'entrar con voi pur ora ed I sogni usati,
Ed I bei miei tosto si dileguar!
Ma il non m'accora poiche,
v'ha preso stanza la speranza.
Or che mi conoscete voi.
Deh parlate. chi vi piaccia dir?

It is christmas eve on paris' left bank. is at home
Writing when a knocks at the door. it is mimi, a neighbor, who needs to
Borrow a match to relight her candle. 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 your hand is! will you let me warm it for you?
Why looking? it's dark, and we won't find it.
It's our good luck, though, night's filled with moonlight,
Up here the moonlight 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 busy? writing! and do I live on? nothing!
In I'm cheerful, I am a prince 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 theives eyes like yours.
And now that I have seen you, all of my dreaming,
All of the dreams I've dreamt, quickly have slipped away.
This theft not upset me, because such treasures
Mean nothing now that I'm with sweet hope!
And now that you met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!