text_original: Far greater than any king am I, Or than any army under the sky. I have made the arm of the driver fail, And sent the train from its iron rail. I have made good ships go down at sea, And the shrieks of the lost were sweet to me.
text_transcription: FAR GREATER THAN ANY KING AM I OR THAN ANY ARMY UNDER THE SKY I HAVE MADE THE ARM OF THE DRIVER FAIL AND SENT THE TRAIN FROM ITS IRON RAIL I HAVE MADE GOOD SHIPS GO DOWN AT SEA AND THE SHRIEKS OF THE LOST WERE SWEET TO ME
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ ðɐn ˌɛni kˈɪŋ æm ˈaɪ, ɔːɹ ðɐn ˌɛni ˈɑːɹmi ˌʌndɚ ðə skˈaɪ. aɪ hæv mˌeɪd ðɪ ˈɑːɹm ʌvðə dɹˈaɪvɚ fˈeɪl, ænd sˈɛnt ðə tɹˈeɪn fɹʌm ɪts ˈaɪɚn ɹˈeɪl. aɪ hæv mˌeɪd ɡˈʊd ʃˈɪps ɡˌoʊ dˌaʊn æt sˈiː, ænd ðə ʃɹˈiːks ʌvðə lˈɔst wɜː swˈiːt tə mˌiː.