text_original: "Gone fifty years, I see them as they were Before they fell. They were a crooked lot To spoil my sunset, and I saw no time In fifty years for crooked things to rot.
text_transcription: GONE FIFTY YEARS I SEE THEM AS THEY WERE BEFORE THEY FELL THEY WERE A CROOKED LOT TO SPOIL MY SUNSET AND I SAW NO TIME IN FIFTY YEARS FOR CROOKED THINGS TO LOT
phonemes: "ɡɔn fˈɪfti jˈɪɹz, aɪ sˈiː ðˌɛm æz ðeɪ wɜː bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðeɪ fˈɛl. ðeɪ wɜːɹ ɐ kɹˈʊkɪd lˈɑːt tə spˈɔɪl maɪ sˈʌnsɛt, ænd aɪ sˈɔː nˈoʊ tˈaɪm ɪn fˈɪfti jˈɪɹz fɔːɹ kɹˈʊkɪd θˈɪŋz tə ɹˈɑːt.