text_original: It is never too late to begin rebuilding, Though all into ruins your life seems hurled, For see how the light of the New Year is gilding The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.
text_transcription: IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO BEGIN REBUILDING THOUGH ALL INTO RUINS YOUR LIFE SEEMS HURLED FOR SEE HOW THE LIGHT OF THE NEW YEAR IS GILDING THE WELL WORN FACE OF THE BRUISED OLD WORLD
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz nˈɛvɚ tˈuː lˈeɪt tə bɪɡˈɪn ɹᵻbˈɪldɪŋ, ðˌoʊ ˈɔːl ˌɪntʊ ɹˈuːɪnz jʊɹ lˈaɪf sˈiːmz hˈɜːld, fɔːɹ sˈiː hˌaʊ ðə lˈaɪt ʌvðə nˈuː jˈɪɹ ɪz ɡˈɪldɪŋ ðə wˈæn, wˈɔːɹn fˈeɪs ʌvðə bɹˈuːzd ˈoʊld wˈɜːld.