text_original: Embers I said, "My youth is gone Like a fire beaten out by the rain, That will never sway and sing Or play with the wind again."
text_transcription: EMBERS I SAID MY YOUTH IS GONE LIKE A FIRE BEATEN OUT BY THE RAIN THAT WILL NEVER SWAY AND SING OR PLAY WITH THE WIND AGAIN
phonemes: ˈɛmbɚz aɪ sˈɛd, "maɪ jˈuːθ ɪz ɡɔn lˈaɪk ɐ fˈaɪɚ bˈiːʔn̩ ˈaʊt baɪ ðə ɹˈeɪn, ðæt wɪl nˈɛvɚ swˈeɪ ænd sˈɪŋ ɔːɹ plˈeɪ wɪððə wˈɪnd ɐɡˈɛn."