text_original: I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,   When he beats his bars and he would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings   I know why the caged bird sings!
text_transcription: I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS AH ME WHEN HIS WING IS BRUISED AND HIS BOSOM SORE WHEN HE BEATS HIS BARS AND HE WOULD BE FREE IT IS NOT A CAROL OF JOY OR GLEE BUT A PRAYER THAT HE SENDS FROM HIS HEART'S DEEP CORE BUT A PLEA THAT UPWARD TO HEAVEN HE FLINGS I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ wˌaɪ ðə kˈeɪdʒd bˈɜːd sˈɪŋz, ˈɑː mˌiː, wˌɛn hɪz wˈɪŋ ɪz bɹˈuːzd ænd hɪz bˈʊzəm sˈɔːɹ,   wˌɛn hiː bˈiːts hɪz bˈɑːɹz ænd hiː wʊd biː fɹˈiː; ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːɾə kˈæɹəl ʌv dʒˈɔɪ ɔːɹ ɡlˈiː, bˌʌt ɐ pɹˈɛɹ ðæt hiː sˈɛndz fɹʌm hɪz hˈɑːɹts dˈiːp kˈɔːɹ, bˌʌt ɐ plˈiː, ðæt ˈʌpwɚd tə hˈɛvən hiː flˈɪŋz aɪ nˈoʊ wˌaɪ ðə kˈeɪdʒd bˈɜːd sˈɪŋz!