text_original: All day long, the town Glimmers with subtle ghosts Going up and down In a common, prison like dress; But their daunted looking flickers To me, and I answer, Yes!
text_transcription: ALL DAY LONG THE TOWN GLIMMERS WITH SUBTLE GHOSTS GOING UP AND DOWN IN A COMMON PRISON LIKE DRESS BUT THEIR DAUNTED LOOKING FLICKERS TO ME AND I ANSWER YES
phonemes: ˈɔːl dˈeɪ lˈɔŋ, ðə tˈaʊn ɡlˈɪmɚz wɪð sˈʌɾəl ɡˈoʊsts ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˌʌp ænd dˌaʊn ɪn ɐ kˈɑːmən, pɹˈɪzən lˈaɪk dɹˈɛs; bˌʌt ðɛɹ dˈɔːntᵻd lˈʊkɪŋ flˈɪkɚz tə mˌiː, ænd aɪ ˈænsɚ, jˈɛs!