text_original: When Bryan speaks, the sky is ours, The wheat, the forests, and the flowers. And who is here to say us nay? Fled are the ancient tyrant powers.
text_transcription: WHEN BRIAN SPEAKS THE SKY IS OURS THE WHEAT THE FORESTS AND THE FLOWERS AND WHO IS HERE TO SAY US NAY FLED ARE THE ANCIENT TYRANT POWERS
phonemes: wˌɛn bɹˈaɪən spˈiːks, ðə skˈaɪ ɪz aʊɚz, ðə wˈiːt, ðə fˈɔːɹɪsts, ænd ðə flˈaʊɚz. ænd hˌuː ɪz hˈɪɹ tə sˈeɪ ˌʌs nˈeɪ? flˈɛd ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt tˈaɪɹənt pˈaʊɚz.