text_original: THE NEW LOVE I thought my heart was death chilled, I thought its fires were cold; But the new love, the new love, It warmeth like the old. I thought its rooms were shadowed With the gloom of endless night; But the new love, the new love, It fills them full of light.
text_transcription: THE NEW LOVE I THOUGHT MY HEART WAS DEATH CHILLED I THOUGHT ITS FIRES WERE COLD BUT THE NEW LOVE THE NEW LOVE IT WARMERS LIKE THE OLD I THOUGHT ITS ROOMS WERE SHADOWED WITH THE GLOOM OF ENDLESS NIGHT BUT THE NEW LOVE THE NEW LOVE IT FILLS THEM FULL OF LIGHT
phonemes: ðɪ ˌɛnˌiːdˈʌbəljˌuː lˈʌv aɪ θˈɔːt maɪ hˈɑːɹt wʌz dˈɛθ tʃˈɪld, aɪ θˈɔːt ɪts fˈaɪɚz wɜː kˈoʊld; bˌʌt ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, ɪt wˈɔːɹməθ lˈaɪk ðɪ ˈoʊld. aɪ θˈɔːt ɪts ɹˈuːmz wɜː ʃˈædoʊd wɪððə ɡlˈuːm ʌv ˈɛndləs nˈaɪt; bˌʌt ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, ðə nˈuː lˈʌv, ɪt fˈɪlz ðˌɛm fˈʊl ʌv lˈaɪt.