text_original: One tree leans up against the high brick wall, And there the sparrows twitter of the spring, Until they waken in my heart a cry Of hunger, that no bread can satisfy.
text_transcription: ONE TREE LEANS UP AGAINST THE HIGH BRICK WALL AND THERE THE SPARROWS TWITTER OF THE SPRING UNTIL THEY WAKEN IN MY HEART A CRY OF HUNGER THAT NO BREAD CAN SATISFY
phonemes: wˈʌn tɹˈiː lˈiːnz ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛnst ðə hˈaɪ bɹˈɪk wˈɔːl, ænd ðɛɹ ðə spˈæɹoʊz twˈɪɾɚɹ ʌvðə spɹˈɪŋ, ʌntˈɪl ðeɪ wˈeɪkən ɪn maɪ hˈɑːɹt ɐ kɹˈaɪ ʌv hˈʌŋɡɚ, ðæt nˈoʊ bɹˈɛd kæn sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪ.