text_original: Through quiet country lanes the sunset shines. Fence corners where the wild rose climbs and twines, And blooms in tangled black berry vines, "Bob White!
text_transcription: THROUGH QUIET COUNTRY LANES THE SUNSET SHINES FENCE CORNERS WHERE THE WILD ROSE CLIMBS AND TWINES AND BLOOMS IN TANGLED BLACKBERRY VINES BOB WHITE
phonemes: θɹuː kwˈaɪət kˈʌntɹi lˈeɪnz ðə sˈʌnsɛt ʃˈaɪnz. fˈɛns kˈɔːɹnɚz wˌɛɹ ðə wˈaɪld ɹˈoʊz klˈaɪmz ænd twˈaɪnz, ænd blˈuːmz ɪn tˈæŋɡəld blˈæk bˈɛɹi vˈaɪnz, "bˈɑːb wˈaɪt!