text_original: I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea, But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow, And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go.
text_transcription: I LIKE TO LOOK AT THE BLOSSOMY TRACK OF THE MOON UPON THE SEA BUT IT ISN'T HALF SO FINE A SIGHT AS MAIN STREET USED TO BE WHEN IT ALL WAS COVERED OVER WITH A COUPLE OF FEET OF SNOW AND OVER THE CRISP AND RADIANT ROAD THE RINGING SLEIGHS WOULD GO
phonemes: aɪ lˈaɪk tə lˈʊk æt ðə blˈɔsəmi tɹˈæk ʌvðə mˈuːn əpˌɑːn ðə sˈiː, bˌʌt ɪɾ ˌɪzənt hˈæf sˌoʊ fˈaɪn ɐ sˈaɪt æz mˈeɪn stɹˈiːt jˈuːzd təbi wɛn ɪɾ ˈɔːl wʌz kˈʌvɚd ˌoʊvɚ wɪð ɐ kˈʌpəl ʌv fˈiːt ʌv snˈoʊ, ænd ˌoʊvɚ ðə kɹˈɪsp ænd ɹˈeɪdiənt ɹˈoʊd ðə ɹˈɪŋɪŋ slˈeɪz wʊd ɡˈoʊ.