text_original: It must be fun to count them out, With One for You and One for Me; And yet it stays so doleful there,   For all the People going by,   And breathing frosty on the air, Like something trying not to cry.
text_transcription: IT MUST BE FUN TO COUNT THEM OUT WITH ONE FOR YOU AND ONE FOR ME AND YET IT STAYS SO DOLEFUL THERE FOR ALL THE PEOPLE GOING BY AND BREATHING FROSTY ON THE AIR LIKE SOMETHING TRYING NOT TO CRY
phonemes: ɪt mˈʌst biː fˈʌn tə kˈaʊnt ðˌɛm ˈaʊt, wɪð wˈʌn fɔːɹ juː ænd wˈʌn fɔːɹ mˌiː; ænd jˈɛt ɪt stˈeɪz sˌoʊ dˈoʊlfəl ðˈɛɹ,   fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə pˈiːpəl ɡˌoʊɪŋ bˈaɪ,   ænd bɹˈiːðɪŋ fɹˈɔsti ɔnðɪ ˈɛɹ, lˈaɪk sˈʌmθɪŋ tɹˈaɪɪŋ nˌɑːt tə kɹˈaɪ.