text_original: I don't know how she does it   Some magic she has caught   For the kitchen's cool in summer, Yet the kettle's always hot. Oh, there's naught else so dreary In household kingdom found As a cold and sullen kettle That does not make a sound.
text_transcription: I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE DOES IT SOME MAGIC SHE HAS CAUGHT FOR THE KITCHEN'S COOL IN SUMMER YET THE KETTLE'S ALWAYS HOT OH THERE'S NOUGHT ELSE SO DREARY IN HOUSEHOLD KINGDOM FOUND AS A COLD AND SULLEN KETTLE THAT DOES NOT MAKE A SOUND
phonemes: aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˌaʊ ʃiː dˈʌz ɪt sˌʌm mˈædʒɪk ʃiː hɐz kˈɔːt fɚðə kˈɪtʃənz kˈuːl ɪn sˈʌmɚ, jˈɛt ðə kˈɛɾəlz ˈɔːlweɪz hˈɑːt. ˈoʊ, ðɛɹz nˈɔːt ˈɛls sˌoʊ dɹˈɪɹi ɪn hˈaʊshoʊld kˈɪŋdəm fˈaʊnd æz ɐ kˈoʊld ænd sˈʌlən kˈɛɾəl ðæt dʌznˌɑːt mˌeɪk ɐ sˈaʊnd.