text_original: A world reborn awaits us. Years to come Shall know its grace and good, When wars shall end in endless brotherhood, And birds shall build in cannon long since dumb. Men shall have peace, though then no man may know Who built this sunset city long ago.
text_transcription: A WORLD WE BORN AWAITS US YEARS TO COME SHALL KNOW ITS GRACE AND GOOD WHEN WARS SHALL END IN ENDLESS BROTHERHOOD AND BIRDS SHALL BUILD IN CANNON LONG SINCE DUMB MAN SHALL HAVE PEACE THOUGH THEN NO MAN MAY KNOW WHO BUILT THIS SUNSET CITY LONG AGO
phonemes: ɐ wˈɜːld ɹᵻbˈɔːɹn ɐwˈeɪts ˌʌs. jˈɪɹz tə kˈʌm ʃˌæl nˈoʊ ɪts ɡɹˈeɪs ænd ɡˈʊd, wˌɛn wˈɔːɹz ʃˌæl ˈɛnd ɪn ˈɛndləs bɹˈʌðɚhˌʊd, ænd bˈɜːdz ʃˌæl bˈɪld ɪn kˈænən lˈɔŋ sˈɪns dˈʌm. mˈɛn ʃˌæl hæv pˈiːs, ðˌoʊ ðˈɛn nˈoʊ mˈæn mˈeɪ nˈoʊ hˌuː bˈɪlt ðɪs sˈʌnsɛt sˈɪɾi lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ.