text_original: Useless under the summer sky Year after year men say I lie. Little they know what strength of mine I give to the trailing blackberry vine ; Little they know how the wild grape grows, Or how my life blood flushes the rose.
text_transcription: USELESS UNDER THE SUMMER SKY YEAR AFTER YEAR MEN SAY I LIE LITTLE THEY KNOW WHAT STRENGTH OF MINE I GIVE TO THE TRAILING BLACKBERRY VINE LITTLE THEY KNOW HOW THE WILD GRAPE GROWS OR HOW MY LIFE BLOOD FLUSHES THE ROSE
phonemes: jˈuːsləs ˌʌndɚ ðə sˈʌmɚ skˈaɪ jˈɪɹ ˈæftɚ jˈɪɹ mˈɛn sˈeɪ aɪ lˈaɪ. lˈɪɾəl ðeɪ nˈoʊ wʌt stɹˈɛŋθ ʌv mˈaɪn aɪ ɡˈɪv tə ðə tɹˈeɪlɪŋ blˈækbɛɹi vˈaɪn ; lˈɪɾəl ðeɪ nˈoʊ hˌaʊ ðə wˈaɪld ɡɹˈeɪp ɡɹˈoʊz, ɔːɹ hˌaʊ maɪ lˈaɪf blˈʌd flˈʌʃᵻz ðə ɹˈoʊz.