text_original: The truck and the motor and trolley car and the elevated train They make the weary city street reverberate with pain: But there is yet an echo left deep down within my heart Of the music the Main Street cobblestones made beneath a butcher's cart.
text_transcription: THE TRUCK AND THE MOTOR AND TROLLEY CAR AND THE ELEVATED TRAIN THEY MAKE THE WARY CITY STREET REVERBERATE WITH PAIN BUT THERE IS YET AN ECHO LEFT DEEP DOWN WITHIN MY HEART OF THE MUSIC THE MAIN STREET COBBLESTONES MADE BENEATH A BUTCHER'S CART
phonemes: ðə tɹˈʌk ænd ðə mˈoʊɾɚ ænd tɹˈɑːli kˈɑːɹ ænd ðɪ ˈɛlɪvˌeɪɾᵻd tɹˈeɪn ðeɪ mˌeɪk ðə wˈɪɹi sˈɪɾi stɹˈiːt ɹᵻvˈɜːbɚɹˌeɪt wɪð pˈeɪn: bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɪz jˈɛt ɐn ˈɛkoʊ lˈɛft dˈiːp dˌaʊn wɪðˌɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ʌvðə mjˈuːzɪk ðə mˈeɪn stɹˈiːt kˈɑːbəlstˌoʊnz mˌeɪd bᵻnˌiːθ ɐ bˈʊtʃɚz kˈɑːɹt.