text_original: EVENING ON THE FARM From out the hills, where twilight stands, Above the shadowy pasture lands, With strained and strident cry, Beneath pale skies that sunset bands, The bull bats fly.
text_transcription: EVENING ON THE FARM FROM OUT THE HILLS WHERE TWILIGHT STANDS ABOVE THE SHADOWY PASTURE LANDS WITH STRAINED AND STRIDENT CRY BENEATH PALE SKIES THAT SUNSET BENDS THE BULLBATS FLY
phonemes: ˈiːvnɪŋ ɔnðə fˈɑːɹm fɹʌm ˈaʊt ðə hˈɪlz, wˌɛɹ twˈaɪlaɪt stˈændz, əbˌʌv ðə ʃˈædoʊi pˈæstʃɚ lˈændz, wɪð stɹˈeɪnd ænd stɹˈaɪdənt kɹˈaɪ, bᵻnˌiːθ pˈeɪl skˈaɪz ðæt sˈʌnsɛt bˈændz, ðə bˈʊl bˈæts flˈaɪ.