text_original: TREES OF THE WILDERNESS The great bleak trees stand up against the sky Lifting their naked arms in ceaseless prayer To the unpitying heavens, that they might die, Rather than drag their weary lives out there.
text_transcription: TREES OF THE WILDERNESS THE GREAT BLEAK TREES STAND UP AGAINST THE SKY LIFTING THEIR NAKED ARMS IN CEASELESS PRAYER TO THE UNPITYING HEAVENS THAT THEY MIGHT DIE RATHER THAN DRAG THEIR WEARY LIVES OUT THERE
phonemes: tɹˈiːz ʌvðə wˈɪldɚnəs ðə ɡɹˈeɪt blˈiːk tɹˈiːz stˈænd ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ lˈɪftɪŋ ðɛɹ nˈeɪkᵻd ˈɑːɹmz ɪn sˈiːsləs pɹˈɛɹ tə ðɪ ʌnpˈɪɾiɪŋ hˈɛvənz, ðæt ðeɪ mˌaɪt dˈaɪ, ɹˈæðɚ ðɐn dɹˈæɡ ðɛɹ wˈɪɹi lˈaɪvz ˈaʊt ðˈɛɹ.