text_original: Do not mock me. Ah, ring your bells low, And burn your lights faintly!  My country is there, Above the star pricked by the last peak of snow, My Italy's there,  with my brave civic pair, To disfranchise despair.
text_transcription: DO NOT MOCK ME AH RING YOUR BELLS LOW AND BURN YOUR LIGHTS FAINTLY MY COUNTRY IS THERE ABOVE THE STAR PRICKED BY THE LAST PEAK OF SNOW MY ITALY IS THERE WITH MY BRAVE CIVIC PAIR TO DISFRANCHISE DESPAIR
phonemes: duːnˌɑːt mˈɑːk mˌiː. ˈɑː, ɹˈɪŋ jʊɹ bˈɛlz lˈoʊ, ænd bˈɜːn jʊɹ lˈaɪts fˈeɪntli!  maɪ kˈʌntɹi ɪz ðˈɛɹ, əbˌʌv ðə stˈɑːɹ pɹˈɪkt baɪ ðə lˈæst pˈiːk ʌv snˈoʊ, maɪ ˈɪɾəliz ðˈɛɹ,  wɪð maɪ bɹˈeɪv sˈɪvɪk pˈɛɹ, tə dɪsfɹˈæntʃaɪz dᵻspˈɛɹ.