text_original: The simple stone of Betsy Ross Is covered now with mold and moss, But still her deathless banner flies, And keeps the color of the skies. A nation thrills, a nation bleeds, A nation follows where it leads, And every man is proud to yield His life upon a crimson field For Betsy's battle flag! MINNA IRVING.
text_transcription: THE SIMPLE STONE OF BETSY ROSS IS COVERED NOW WITH MOULD AND MOSS BUT STILL HER DEATHLESS BANNER FLIES AND KEEPS THE COLOR OF THE SKIES A NATION THRILLS A NATION BLEEDS A NATION FOLLOWS WHERE IT LEADS AND EVERY MAN IS PROUD TO YIELD HIS LIFE UPON A CRIMSON FIELD FOR BETSY'S BATTLE FLAG MINA IRVING
phonemes: ðə sˈɪmpəl stˈoʊn ʌv bˈɛtsi ɹˈɔs ɪz kˈʌvɚd nˈaʊ wɪð mˈoʊld ænd mˈɔs, bˌʌt stˈɪl hɜː dˈɛθləs bˈænɚ flˈaɪz, ænd kˈiːps ðə kˈʌlɚɹ ʌvðə skˈaɪz. ɐ nˈeɪʃən θɹˈɪlz, ɐ nˈeɪʃən blˈiːdz, ɐ nˈeɪʃən fˈɑːloʊz wˌɛɹ ɪt lˈiːdz, ænd ˈɛvɹi mˈæn ɪz pɹˈaʊd tə jˈiːld hɪz lˈaɪf əpˌɑːn ɐ kɹˈɪmsən fˈiːld fɔːɹ bˈɛtsiz bˈæɾəl flˈæɡ! mˈɪnə ˈɜːvɪŋ.