text_original: Like spirits possessed of a fierce delight, A courage that cannot fail, They face the breakers  they face the night   The mad storm horses are silvery white, They ride through the bitter gale!
text_transcription: LIKE SPIRITS POSSESSED OF A FIERCE DELIGHT A COURAGE THAT CANNOT FAIL THEY FACE THE BREAKERS THEY FACE THE NIGHT THE MAD STORM HORSES ARE SILVERY WHITE THEY RIDE THROUGH THE BITTER GALE
phonemes: lˈaɪk spˈɪɹɪts pəzˈɛst əvə fˈɪɹs dᵻlˈaɪt, ɐ kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ðæt kænˈɑːt fˈeɪl, ðeɪ fˈeɪs ðə bɹˈeɪkɚz ðeɪ fˈeɪs ðə nˈaɪt ðə mˈæd stˈɔːɹm hˈɔːɹsᵻz ɑːɹ sˈɪlvɚɹi wˈaɪt, ðeɪ ɹˈaɪd θɹuː ðə bˈɪɾɚ ɡˈeɪl!