text_original: We will never walk again Slowly, we two, In spring when the park is sweet With midnight and with dew, And the passers by are few. I sit and think of it all, And the blue June twilight dies,   Down in the clanging square A street piano cries And stars come out in the skies.
text_transcription: WE WILL NEVER WALK AGAIN SLOWLY WE TWO IN SPRING WHEN THE PARK IS SWEET WITH MIDNIGHT AND WITH DEW AND THE PASSERS BY A FEW I SIT AND THINK OF IT ALL AND THE BLUE JUNE TWILIGHT DIES DOWN IN THE CLANGING SQUARE A STREET PIANO CRIES AND STARS COME OUT IN THE SKIES
phonemes: wiː wɪl nˈɛvɚ wˈɔːk ɐɡˈɛn slˈoʊli, wiː tˈuː, ɪn spɹˈɪŋ wɛn ðə pˈɑːɹk ɪz swˈiːt wɪð mˈɪdnaɪt ænd wɪð dˈuː, ænd ðə pˈæsɚz baɪ ɑːɹ fjˈuː. aɪ sˈɪt ænd θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪɾ ˈɔːl, ænd ðə blˈuː dʒˈuːn twˈaɪlaɪt dˈaɪz,   dˌaʊn ɪnðə klˈæŋɪŋ skwˈɛɹ ɐ stɹˈiːt piˈænoʊ kɹˈaɪz ænd stˈɑːɹz kˈʌm ˈaʊt ɪnðə skˈaɪz.