Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

(la boheme)(how your 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 luna vicina.
Aspetti, signorina, le diro con due chi son,
Chi son, e che faccio, come vivo,
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che cosa faccio? scrivo. e vivo? 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 tutti
I gioielle due gli occhi belli.
V'entrar con voi pur ora ed I miei usati,
Ed I bei sogni miei si dileguar!
Ma il non m'accora poiche,
Poiche v'ha preso la speranza.
Or che mi parlate voi.
Deh parlate. chi siete? vi piaccia

It is eve on paris' left bank. rodolfo is at home
Writing when a stranger 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 lost her key. as they search for it, rodolfos' falls upon
Hers.
English
How cold your little hand is! you let me warm it for you?
Why bother looking? dark, and we won't find it.
It's our good luck, though, this night's with moonlight,
Up here the moonlight could on our shoulders.
Please wait, my dear young lady, and I will tell you
Who before 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 prince who
Arias and of longing.
And as for hopes and dreams of and castles-in-the-air,
Miss, I am a millionaire!
My fortress could be broken in, clean of the fine jewels
I if the theives were eyes like yours.
And now that I have seen you, all of my dreaming,
All of the sweetest dreams I've dreamt, quickly slipped away.
This theft not upset me, because such treasures
Mean nothing now that I'm with sweet hope!
And now you have met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!