text_original: When I came home from work, Late and ill tempered, Always I heard the patter of your feet upon the oaken stairs; Your nose was at the door crack; And whether I'd been bad or good that day You fawned, and loved me just the same.
text_transcription: WHEN I CAME HOME FROM WORK LATE AND ILL TEMPERED ALWAYS I HEARD THE PATTER OF YOUR FEET UPON THE OAKEN STAIRS YOUR NOSE WAS AT THE DOOR CRACK AND WHETHER I'D BEEN BAD OR GOOD THAT DAY YOU FAWNED AND LOVED ME JUST THE SAME
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ kˈeɪm hˈoʊm fɹʌm wˈɜːk, lˈeɪt ænd ˈɪl tˈɛmpɚd, ˈɔːlweɪz aɪ hˈɜːd ðə pˈæɾɚɹ ʌv jʊɹ fˈiːt əpˌɑːn ðɪ ˈoʊkən stˈɛɹz; jʊɹ nˈoʊz wʌz æt ðə dˈɔːɹ kɹˈæk; ænd wˈɛðɚɹ aɪd bˌɪn bˈæd ɔːɹ ɡˈʊd ðæt dˈeɪ juː fˈɔːnd, ænd lˈʌvd mˌiː dʒˈʌst ðə sˈeɪm.