text_original: The low hung lamps stretched down the road With shadows drifting underneath, With a music of soft, melodious feet Quickening my hope as I hastened to meet The low hung light of her eyes.
text_transcription: THE LOW HUNG LAMPS STRETCHED DOWN THE ROAD WITH SHADOWS DRIFTING UNDERNEATH WITH A MUSIC OF SOFT MELODIOUS FEET QUICKENING MY HOPE AS I HASTENED TO MEET THE LOW HUNG LIGHT OF HER EYES
phonemes: ðə lˈoʊ hˈʌŋ lˈæmps stɹˈɛtʃt dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈoʊd wɪð ʃˈædoʊz dɹˈɪftɪŋ ˌʌndɚnˈiːθ, wɪð ɐ mjˈuːzɪk ʌv sˈɔft, mɛlˈoʊdiəs fˈiːt kwˈɪkənɪŋ maɪ hˈoʊp æz aɪ hˈeɪsənd tə mˈiːt ðə lˈoʊ hˈʌŋ lˈaɪt ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz.