text_original: If he had his will, I should never sit still: He comes with his whims I must move my limbs; I cannot be sweet Without using my feet; To lengthen my breath, He tires me to death.
text_transcription: IF HE HAD HIS WILL I SHOULD NEVER SIT STILL HE COMES WITH HIS WHIMS I MUST MOVE MY LIMBS I CANNOT BE SWEET WITHOUT USING MY FEET TO LENGTHEN MY BREATH HE TIRES ME TO DEATH
phonemes: ɪf hiː hæd hɪz wˈɪl, aɪ ʃˌʊd nˈɛvɚ sˈɪt stˈɪl: hiː kˈʌmz wɪð hɪz wˈɪmz aɪ mˈʌst mˈuːv maɪ lˈɪmz; aɪ kænˈɑːt biː swˈiːt wɪðˌaʊt jˈuːzɪŋ maɪ fˈiːt; tə lˈɛŋθən maɪ bɹˈɛθ, hiː tˈaɪɚz mˌiː tə dˈɛθ.