text_original: The people of tired cities Come up to their shrines and pray; God freshens again within them, As he passes by all day.
text_transcription: THE PEOPLE OF TIRED CITIES COME UP TO THEIR SHRINES AND PRAY GOD FRESHENS AGAIN WITHIN THEM AS HE PASSES BY ALL DAY
phonemes: ðə pˈiːpəl ʌv tˈaɪɚd sˈɪɾiz kˈʌm ˌʌp tə ðɛɹ ʃɹˈaɪnz ænd pɹˈeɪ; ɡˈɑːd fɹˈɛʃənz ɐɡˈɛn wɪðˈɪn ðˌɛm, æz hiː pˈæsᵻz baɪ ˈɔːl dˈeɪ.