text_original: When the winds of winter blow, Wailing like voices of woe, There are April showers, And buds and flowers, And green grass under the snow.
text_transcription: WHEN THE WINDS OF WINTER BLOW WAILING LIKE VOICES OF WOE THERE ARE APRIL SHOWERS AND BUDS AND FLOWERS AND GREEN GRASS UNDER THE SNOW
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə wˈɪndz ʌv wˈɪntɚ blˈoʊ, wˈeɪlɪŋ lˈaɪk vˈɔɪsᵻz ʌv wˈoʊ, ðɛɹˌɑːɹ ˈeɪpɹəl ʃˈaʊɚz, ænd bˈʌdz ænd flˈaʊɚz, ænd ɡɹˈiːn ɡɹˈæs ˌʌndɚ ðə snˈoʊ.