text_original: Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night.
text_transcription: LIFE HAS LOVELINESS TO SELL MUSIC LIKE A CURVE OF GOLD SCENT OF PINE TREES IN THE RAIN EYES THAT LOVE YOU ARMS THAT HOLD AND FOR YOUR SPIRITS STILL DELIGHT HOLY THOUGHTS THAT STAR THE NIGHT
phonemes: lˈaɪf hɐz lˈʌvlinəs tə sˈɛl, mjˈuːzɪk lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɜːv ʌv ɡˈoʊld, sˈɛnt ʌv pˈaɪn tɹˈiːz ɪnðə ɹˈeɪn, ˈaɪz ðæt lˈʌv juː, ˈɑːɹmz ðæt hˈoʊld, ænd fɔːɹ jʊɹ spˈɪɹɪts stˈɪl dᵻlˈaɪt, hˈoʊli θˈɔːts ðæt stˈɑːɹ ðə nˈaɪt.