text_original: The journalists are sick of ink: Boy prodigals are lost in wine, By night where white and red lights blink, The eyes of Death, in Buffalo. And only twenty miles away Are starlit rocks and healing spray:   Niagara, Niagara.
text_transcription: THE JOURNALISTS ARE SICK OF INK BOY PRODIGALS ARE LOST IN WINE BY NIGHT WHERE WHITE AND RED LIGHTS BLINK THE EYES OF DEATH IN BUFFALO AND ONLY TWENTY MILES AWAY ARE STARLIT ROCKS AND HEALING SPRAY NIAGARA NIAGARA
phonemes: ðə dʒˈɜːnəlˌɪsts ɑːɹ sˈɪk ʌv ˈɪŋk: bˈɔɪ pɹˈɑːdɪɡəlz ɑːɹ lˈɔst ɪn wˈaɪn, baɪ nˈaɪt wˌɛɹ wˈaɪt ænd ɹˈɛd lˈaɪts blˈɪŋk, ðɪ ˈaɪz ʌv dˈɛθ, ɪn bˈʌfəlˌoʊ. ænd ˈoʊnli twˈɛnti mˈaɪlz ɐwˈeɪ ɑːɹ stˈɑːɹlɪt ɹˈɑːks ænd hˈiːlɪŋ spɹˈeɪ:   naɪˈæɡɹə, naɪˈæɡɹə.