text_original: The golden lamps down the street went out, The last car trailed the night behind; And I in the darkness wandered about With a flutter of hope and of dark shut doubt In the dying lamp of my love.
text_transcription: THE GOLDEN LAMPS DOWN THE STREET WENT OUT THE LAST CAR TRAILED THE NIGHT BEHIND AND I IN THE DARKNESS WANDERED ABOUT WITH A FLUTTER OF HOPE AND OF DARK SHUT DOUBT IN THE DYING LAMP OF MY LOVE
phonemes: ðə ɡˈoʊldən lˈæmps dˌaʊn ðə stɹˈiːt wɛnt ˈaʊt, ðə lˈæst kˈɑːɹ tɹˈeɪld ðə nˈaɪt bᵻhˈaɪnd; ænd aɪ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs wˈɔndɚd ɐbˌaʊt wɪð ɐ flˈʌɾɚɹ ʌv hˈoʊp ænd ʌv dˈɑːɹk ʃˈʌt dˈaʊt ɪnðə dˈaɪɪŋ lˈæmp ʌv maɪ lˈʌv.