text_original: They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years, And now and then there's a toll gate where you buy your way with tears. It's a rough road and a steep road and it stretches broad and far, But at last it leads to a golden Town where golden Houses are.
text_transcription: THEY SAY THAT LIFE IS A HIGHWAY AND ITS MILESTONES ARE THE YEARS AND NOW AND THEN THERE'S A TALL GATE WHERE YOU BUY YOUR WAY WITH TEARS IT'S A ROUGH ROAD AND A STEEP ROAD AND IT STRETCHES BROAD AND FAR BUT AT LAST IT LEADS TO A GOLDEN TOWN WHERE GOLDEN HOUSES ARE
phonemes: ðeɪ sˈeɪ ðæt lˈaɪf ɪz ɐ hˈaɪweɪ ænd ɪts mˈaɪlstoʊnz ɑːɹ ðə jˈɪɹz, ænd nˈaʊ ænd ðˈɛn ðɛɹz ɐ tˈoʊl ɡˈeɪt wˌɛɹ juː bˈaɪ jʊɹ wˈeɪ wɪð tˈɪɹz. ɪts ɐ ɹˈʌf ɹˈoʊd ænd ɐ stˈiːp ɹˈoʊd ænd ɪt stɹˈɛtʃᵻz bɹˈɔːd ænd fˈɑːɹ, bˌʌt æt lˈæst ɪt lˈiːdz tʊ ɐ ɡˈoʊldən tˈaʊn wˌɛɹ ɡˈoʊldən hˈaʊzᵻz ɑːɹ.