text_original: I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls The stains of the week away, And let water and air by their magic make Ourselves as pure as they; Then on the earth there would be indeed A glorious washing day!
text_transcription: I WISH WE COULD WASH FROM OUR HEARTS AND OUR SOULS THE STAINS OF THE WEAK AWAY AND LET WATER AND AIR BY THEIR MAGIC MAKE OURSELVES AS PURE AS THEY THEN ON THE EARTH THERE WOULD BE INDEED A GLORIOUS WASHING DAY
phonemes: aɪ wˈɪʃ wiː kʊd wˈɑːʃ fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ænd ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz ðə stˈeɪnz ʌvðə wˈiːk ɐwˈeɪ, ænd lˈɛt wˈɔːɾɚ ænd ˈɛɹ baɪ ðɛɹ mˈædʒɪk mˌeɪk aʊɚsˈɛlvz æz pjˈʊɹ æz ðeɪ; ðˈɛn ɔnðɪ ˈɜːθ ðɛɹ wʊd biː ˌɪndˈiːd ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs wˈɑːʃɪŋ dˈeɪ!