text_original: 154 THE JOY AND PAIN OF IT ALL. Will you ride and ride, when the sun is high, And the strong heat sickens the brain, Will you lay you to sleep beneath the sky.
text_transcription: THE JOY AND PAIN OF IT ALL WILL YOU RIDE AND RIDE WHEN THE SUN IS HIGH AND THE STRONG HEAT SICKENS THE BRAIN WILL YOU LAY TO SLEEP BENEATH THE SKY
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti fˈɔːɹ ðə dʒˈɔɪ ænd pˈeɪn ʌv ˌaɪtˈiː ˈɔːl. wɪl juː ɹˈaɪd ænd ɹˈaɪd, wˌɛn ðə sˈʌn ɪz hˈaɪ, ænd ðə stɹˈɔŋ hˈiːt sˈɪkənz ðə bɹˈeɪn, wɪl juː lˈeɪ juː tə slˈiːp bᵻnˌiːθ ðə skˈaɪ.