text_original: You don't know what a dream of delight it is to float along the lagoons and watch the lamp lit city melt into the mists of evening, breathing faint echoes of music and song.
text_transcription: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A DREAM OF DELIGHT IT IS TO FLOAT ALONG THE LAGOONS AND WATCH THE LAMPLIT CITY MELT INTO THE MISTS OF EVENING BREATHING FAINT ECHOES OF MUSIC AND SONG
phonemes: juː dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wʌt ɐ dɹˈiːm ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt ɪɾ ɪz tə flˈoʊt ɐlˈɔŋ ðə lɐɡˈuːnz ænd wˈɑːtʃ ðə lˈæmp lˈɪt sˈɪɾi mˈɛlt ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈɪsts ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋ, bɹˈiːðɪŋ fˈeɪnt ˈɛkoʊz ʌv mjˈuːzɪk ænd sˈɔŋ.