text_original: But in the city  in the lighted city   Where gilded spires point toward the sky, And fluttering rags and hunger ask for pity, Grey Loneliness in cloth of gold, goes by.
text_transcription: BUT IN THE CITY IN THE LIGHTED CITY WHERE GILDED SPIRES POINT TOWARD THE SKY AND FLUTTERING RAGS AND HUNGER ASK FOR PITY GRAY LONELINESS IN CLOTH OF GOLD GOES BY
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪnðə sˈɪɾi ɪnðə lˈaɪɾᵻd sˈɪɾi wˌɛɹ ɡˈɪldᵻd spˈaɪɚz pˈɔɪnt təwˈɔːɹd ðə skˈaɪ, ænd flˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ ɹˈæɡz ænd hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ˈæsk fɔːɹ pˈɪɾi, ɡɹˈeɪ lˈoʊnlinəs ɪn klˈɔθ ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ɡoʊz bˈaɪ.