text_original: The Angelus bells siring to and fro, And the sunset lingers to hear their swell, For the sunset loves such music well. A big, bright moon is hovering low, Where the edge of the sky is all aglow, Like the middle heart of a red, red shell.
text_transcription: THE ANGEL'S BELLS SWING TO AND FRO AND THE SUNSET LINGERS TO HEAR THEM AS WELL FOR THE SUNSET LOVES SUCH MUSIC WELL A BIG BRIGHT MOON IS HOVERING LOW WHERE THE EDGE OF THE SKY IS ALL AGLOW LIKE THE MIDDLE HEART OF A RED RED SHELL
phonemes: ðɪ ˈændʒɛləs bˈɛlz sˈaɪɚɹɪŋ tˌuːəndfɹˈoʊ, ænd ðə sˈʌnsɛt lˈɪŋɡɚz tə hˈɪɹ ðɛɹ swˈɛl, fɚðə sˈʌnsɛt lˈʌvz sˈʌtʃ mjˈuːzɪk wˈɛl. ɐ bˈɪɡ, bɹˈaɪt mˈuːn ɪz hˈʌvɚɹɪŋ lˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə skˈaɪ ɪz ˈɔːl ɐɡlˈoʊ, lˈaɪk ðə mˈɪdəl hˈɑːɹt əvɚ ɹˈɛd, ɹˈɛd ʃˈɛl.