text_original: They were a crooked lot To spoil my sunset, and I saw no time In fifty years for crooked things to rot. "Trees, yes; but not a service or a joy To God or man, for they were thieves of light. So down they came.
text_transcription: THEY WERE A CROOKED LOT TO SPOIL MY SUNSET AND I SAW NO TIME IN FIFTY YEARS FOR CROOKED THINGS TO LOT TREES YES BUT NOT A SERVICE OR JOY TO GOD OR MAN FOR THEY WERE THIEVES OF LIGHT SO DOWN THEY CAME
phonemes: ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɐ kɹˈʊkɪd lˈɑːt tə spˈɔɪl maɪ sˈʌnsɛt, ænd aɪ sˈɔː nˈoʊ tˈaɪm ɪn fˈɪfti jˈɪɹz fɔːɹ kɹˈʊkɪd θˈɪŋz tə ɹˈɑːt. "tɹˈiːz, jˈɛs; bˌʌt nˌɑːɾə sˈɜːvɪs ɔːɹ ɐ dʒˈɔɪ tə ɡˈɑːd ɔːɹ mˈæn, fɔːɹ ðeɪ wɜː θˈiːvz ʌv lˈaɪt. sˌoʊ dˌaʊn ðeɪ kˈeɪm.