text_original: A song is like a bird—'cos birds do sing— So carve us out the second breast and wing; And with your anthem bid our hearts rejoice:" Encouraged thus I lifted up my voice.
text_transcription: A SONG IS LIKE A BIRD CAUSE BIRDS DO SING SO CARVE US OUT THE SECOND BREAST AND WING AND WITH YOUR ANTHEM BID OUR HEARTS REJOICE AND COURAGE THUS I LIFT IT UP MY VOICE
phonemes: ɐ sˈɔŋ ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɜːd—kˈɑːs bˈɜːdz dˈuː sˈɪŋ— sˌoʊ kˈɑːɹv ˌʌs ˈaʊt ðə sˈɛkənd bɹˈɛst ænd wˈɪŋ; ænd wɪð jʊɹ ˈænθəm bˈɪd ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹts ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs:" ɛŋkˈɜːɹɪdʒd ðˈʌs aɪ lˈɪftᵻd ˌʌp maɪ vˈɔɪs.