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 l'abbiiamo vicina.
Aspetti, signorina, le con due parole chi son,
Chi son, e che faccio, vivo, vuole?
Chi chi son? son un poeta.
Che cosa faccio? scrivo. e come vivo.
In poverta mia lieta scialo da signore
Rimi ed d'amore.
Per e per chimere e per castelli 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 preso la speranza.
Or che mi conoscete voi.
Deh parlate. chi siete? vi 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
Borrow a match to relight her candle. mimi is out the door, when she
Realizes she has lost her key. as they search for it, rodolfos' hand upon
Hers.
translation
How cold little hand is! will you let me warm it for you?
Why bother looking? it's dark, and we won't it.
It's our luck, though, this 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 before you, and 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
Arias and of longing.
And as for hopes and dreams of 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 eyes like yours.
And now that I have you, all of my lovely dreaming,
All of the sweetest I've dreamt, quickly have slipped away.
This theft does not upset me, because such
nothing now that I'm rich with sweet hope!
And now that you met me, I ask you please,
me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!