Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

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

Che manina! se la lasci riscaldar.
Cercar che 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 son? chi 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 forziere tutti
I gioielle due ladri: gli belli.
V'entrar con voi pur ora ed I miei usati,
Ed I bei sogni miei si dileguar!
Ma il furto non poiche,
Poiche v'ha stanza la speranza.
Or che mi parlate voi.
Deh parlate. chi vi piaccia 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 to relight her candle. mimi is barely out the door, when she
Realizes she has lost her key. as search for it, rodolfos' hand falls upon
Hers.
English
How cold your little hand is! you let me warm it for you?
Why bother 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 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 I'm cheerful, I am a prince who squanders
and couplets of longing.
And as for hopes and of love and castles-in-the-air,
Miss, I am a millionaire!
My fortress could be broken in, robbed clean of the jewels
I store; if the theives were like yours.
And now that I seen you, all of my lovely dreaming,
All of the sweetest dreams dreamt, quickly have slipped away.
theft does not upset me, because such treasures
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!