text_original: If I put roses in my hair, They bloom as if in mockery; Nature denies her sympathy, Because I am not fair; Alas! I have a warm, true heart, But when I show it people stare; I must forever dwell apart, Because I am not fair.
text_transcription: IF I PUT ROSES IN MY HAIR THEY BLOOM AS IF IN MOCKERY NATURE DENIES HER SYMPATHY BECAUSE I AM NOT FAIR ALAS I HAVE A WARM TRUE HEART BUT WHEN I SHOW IT PEOPLE STARE I MUST FOR EVER DWELL APART BECAUSE I AM NOT FAIR
phonemes: ɪf aɪ pˌʊt ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɪn maɪ hˈɛɹ, ðeɪ blˈuːm æz ɪf ɪn mˈɑːkɚɹi; nˈeɪtʃɚ dᵻnˈaɪz hɜː sˈɪmpəθi, bɪkˈʌz aɪɐm nˌɑːt fˈɛɹ; ɐlˈæs! aɪ hæv ɐ wˈɔːɹm, tɹˈuː hˈɑːɹt, bˌʌt wɛn aɪ ʃˈoʊ ɪt pˈiːpəl stˈɛɹ; aɪ mˈʌst fɚɹˈɛvɚ dwˈɛl ɐpˈɑːɹt, bɪkˈʌz aɪɐm nˌɑːt fˈɛɹ.