text_original: My room is like a bit of June, Warm and close curtained fold on fold, But somewhere, like a homeless child, My heart is crying in the cold.
text_transcription: MY ROOM IS LIKE A BIT OF JUNE WARM AND CLOSE CURTAINED FOLD AND FOLD BUT SOMEWHERE LIKE A HOMELESS CHILD MY HEART IS CRYING IN THE COLD
phonemes: maɪ ɹˈuːm ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɪt ʌv dʒˈuːn, wˈɔːɹm ænd klˈoʊs kˈɜːtənd fˈoʊld ˌɔn fˈoʊld, bˌʌt sˈʌmwɛɹ, lˈaɪk ɐ hˈoʊmləs tʃˈaɪld, maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz kɹˈaɪɪŋ ɪnðə kˈoʊld.