text_original: Nothing can crush me, or silence me long, Though the heart be bowed, yet the soul will rise, Higher and higher on wings of song, Till it swims like the lark in a sea of skies.
text_transcription: NOTHING CAN CRUSH ME OR SILENCE ME LONG THOUGH THE HEART BE BOWED YET THE SOUL WILL RISE HIGHER AND HIGHER ON WINGS OF SONG TILL IT SWIMS LIKE THE LARK IN A SEA OF SKIES
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ kæn kɹˈʌʃ mˌiː, ɔːɹ sˈaɪləns mˌiː lˈɔŋ, ðˌoʊ ðə hˈɑːɹt biː bˈaʊd, jˈɛt ðə sˈoʊl wɪl ɹˈaɪz, hˈaɪɚɹ ænd hˈaɪɚɹ ˌɔn wˈɪŋz ʌv sˈɔŋ, tˈɪl ɪt swˈɪmz lˈaɪk ðə lˈɑːɹk ɪn ɐ sˈiː ʌv skˈaɪz.