text_original: " My soul is sick of their dainty things — For others their gifts shall be — They have brought me all that the red gold brings. But never a heart for me.
text_transcription: MY SOUL IS SICK OF THEIR DAINTY THINGS FOR OTHERS THEIR GIFTS SHALL BE THEY HAVE BROUGHT ME ALL THAT THE RED GOLD BRINGS BUT NEVER A HEART FOR ME
phonemes: " maɪ sˈoʊl ɪz sˈɪk ʌv ðɛɹ dˈeɪnti θˈɪŋz — fɔːɹ ˈʌðɚz ðɛɹ ɡˈɪfts ʃˌæl bˈiː — ðeɪ hæv bɹˈɔːt mˌiː ˈɔːl ðætðə ɹˈɛd ɡˈoʊld bɹˈɪŋz. bˌʌt nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ hˈɑːɹt fɔːɹ mˌiː.