text_original: He hears not the mirth in the hallway, He hears not the sounds of good cheer, That through the old homestead ring alway In the glad Christmas time of the year. He heeds not the chime of sweet voices As the last gifts are hung on the tree. In a long vanished day he rejoices   In his lost Used to be.
text_transcription: HE HEARS NOT THE MIRTH IN THE HALLWAY HE HEARS NOT THE SOUNDS OF GOOD CHEER THAT THROUGH THE OLD HOMESTEAD RING ALWAY IN THE GLAD CHRISTMAS TIME OF THE YEAR HE HEEDS NOT THE CHIME OF SWEET VOICES AS THE LAST GIFTS ARE HUNG ON THE TREE IN A LONG VANISHED DAY HE REJOICES IN HIS LOST USE TO BE
phonemes: hiː hˈɪɹz nˌɑːt ðə mˈɜːθ ɪnðə hˈɔːlweɪ, hiː hˈɪɹz nˌɑːt ðə sˈaʊndz ʌv ɡˈʊd tʃˈɪɹ, ðæt θɹuː ðɪ ˈoʊld hˈoʊmstɛd ɹˈɪŋ ˈɔlweɪ ɪnðə ɡlˈæd kɹˈɪsməs tˈaɪm ʌvðə jˈɪɹ. hiː hˈiːdz nˌɑːt ðə tʃˈaɪm ʌv swˈiːt vˈɔɪsᵻz æz ðə lˈæst ɡˈɪfts ɑːɹ hˈʌŋ ɔnðə tɹˈiː. ɪn ɐ lˈɔŋ vˈænɪʃt dˈeɪ hiː ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪsᵻz ɪn hɪz lˈɔst jˈuːzd tə bˈiː.