Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

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

Che manina! se la lasci riscaldar.
che giova? al buio non si trova.
Ma per fortuna e una di luna,
E qui la l'abbiiamo vicina.
Aspetti, signorina, le con due parole chi son,
Chi son, e che faccio, come vivo,
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che faccio? scrivo. e come vivo? vivo.
In poverta mia lieta da gran signore
Rimi ed d'amore.
Per sogni e per e per castelli 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 preso stanza la speranza.
Or che mi parlate voi.
Deh parlate. chi vi piaccia dir?

It is christmas eve on paris' left bank. rodolfo is at
Writing when a stranger at the door. it is mimi, a neighbor, who needs to
a match 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.
translation
How cold little 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, this night's filled moonlight,
Up here the moonlight rest 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 writing! and what do I live on? nothing!
In poverty I'm cheerful, I am a prince who
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 dreams I've dreamt, quickly have slipped away.
This theft does not upset me, such treasures
Mean now that I'm rich with sweet hope!
And now you have met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!