text_original: When he heard bugles, and fifes, and drums, He thought of red, and yellow, and white roses Bursting in the sunshine, And smiled as he worked. He thought only of roses, And silk. When he could get no more silk He stopped painting And only thought Of roses. The day the conquerors Entered the city, The old man Lay dying. He heard the bugles and drums, And wished he could paint the roses Bursting into sound.
text_transcription: WHEN HE HEARD BUGLES AND FIFES AND DRUMS HE THOUGHT OF RED AND YELLOW AND WHITE ROSES BURSTING IN THE SUNSHINE AND SMILED AS HE WORKED HE THOUGHT ONLY OF ROSES AND SILK WHEN HE COULD GET NO MORE SILK HE STOPPED PAINTING AND ONLY THOUGHT OF ROSES THE DAY THE CONQUERORS ENTERED THE CITY THE OLD MAN LAY DYING HE HEARD THE BUGLES AND DRUMS AND WISHED HE COULD PAINT THE ROSES BURSTING INTO SOUND
phonemes: wˌɛn hiː hˈɜːd bjˈuːɡəlz, ænd fˈaɪfs, ænd dɹˈʌmz, hiː θˈɔːt ʌv ɹˈɛd, ænd jˈɛloʊ, ænd wˈaɪt ɹˈoʊzᵻz bˈɜːstɪŋ ɪnðə sˈʌnʃaɪn, ænd smˈaɪld æz hiː wˈɜːkt. hiː θˈɔːt ˈoʊnli ʌv ɹˈoʊzᵻz, ænd sˈɪlk. wˌɛn hiː kʊd ɡɛt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ sˈɪlk hiː stˈɑːpt pˈeɪntɪŋ ænd ˈoʊnli θˈɔːt ʌv ɹˈoʊzᵻz. ðə dˈeɪ ðə kˈɑːŋkɚɹɚz ˈɛntɚd ðə sˈɪɾi, ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈæn lˈeɪ dˈaɪɪŋ. hiː hˈɜːd ðə bjˈuːɡəlz ænd dɹˈʌmz, ænd wˈɪʃt hiː kʊd pˈeɪnt ðə ɹˈoʊzᵻz bˈɜːstɪŋ ˌɪntʊ sˈaʊnd.