text_original: The Wicked flourish like the bay, At Cards or Love they always win, Good Fortune dogs their steps all day, They fatten while the Good grow thin. The Righteous Man has much to bear; The Bad becomes a Bullionaire!
text_transcription: THE WICKED FLOURISH LIKE THE BAY AT CARDS OR LOVE THEY ALWAYS WIN GOOD FORTUNE DOGS THEIR STEPS ALL DAY THEY FATTEN WHILE THE GOOD GROW THIN THE RIGHTEOUS MAN HAS MUCH TO BEAR THE BAD BECOMES A BULLYNNAIRE
phonemes: ðə wˈɪkᵻd flˈɜːɹɪʃ lˈaɪk ðə bˈeɪ, æt kˈɑːɹdz ɔːɹ lˈʌv ðeɪ ˈɔːlweɪz wˈɪn, ɡˈʊd fˈɔːɹtʃʊn dˈɑːɡz ðɛɹ stˈɛps ˈɔːl dˈeɪ, ðeɪ fˈæʔn̩ wˌaɪl ðə ɡˈʊd ɡɹˈoʊ θˈɪn. ðə ɹˈaɪtʃəs mˈæn hɐz mˈʌtʃ tə bˈɛɹ; ðə bˈæd bɪkˌʌmz ɐ bˌʊliənˈɛɹ!