text_original: It's me that picks the hops that grows In lan' that's not like ours ; Where cruel storrums never blows, And rains is only showers.
text_transcription: IT'S ME THAT PICKS THE HOPS THAT GROWS IN LAND THAT'S NOT LIKE OURS WHERE CRUEL STORMS NEVER BLOWS AND RAINS IS ONLY SHOWERS
phonemes: ɪts mˌiː ðæt pˈɪks ðə hˈɑːps ðæt ɡɹˈoʊz ɪn lˈæn ðæts nˌɑːt lˈaɪk aʊɚz ; wˌɛɹ kɹˈuːəl stˈɔɹəmz nˈɛvɚ blˈoʊz, ænd ɹˈeɪnz ɪz ˈoʊnli ʃˈaʊɚz.