Luyện nghe bài hát Che Gelida Manina

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

Che gelida manina! se la riscaldar.
Cercar che al buio 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, come vivo,
Chi son? chi son un poeta.
Che cosa faccio? scrivo. e come vivo.
In poverta mia scialo da gran signore
Rimi ed 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 sogni usati,
Ed I bei miei tosto 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 a stranger 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 lost her key. as they search for it, rodolfos' hand falls
Hers.
English
How cold your 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 filled with moonlight,
Up the moonlight could 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 busy? writing! and do I live on? nothing!
In poverty I'm cheerful, I am a prince who
Arias and 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 were like yours.
And now that I have seen you, all of my dreaming,
All of the sweetest dreams I've dreamt, have slipped away.
This theft does not upset me, such treasures
Mean nothing now that I'm rich sweet hope!
And now you have met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!