text_original: If I were told that T must die to morrow, That the next sun Which sinks should bear me past all fear and sorrow For any one, All the fight fought, all the short journey through, What should I do?
text_transcription: IF I WERE TOLD THAT I MUST DIE TO MORROW THAT THE NEXT SUN WHICH SINGS SHOULD BEAR ME PAST ALL FEAR AND SORROW FOR ANY ONE ALL THE FIGHT FOUGHT ALL THE SHORT JOURNEY THROUGH WHAT SHOULD I DO
phonemes: ɪf aɪ wɜː tˈoʊld ðæt tˈiː mˈʌst dˈaɪ tə mˈɑːɹoʊ, ðætðə nˈɛkst sˈʌn wˌɪtʃ sˈɪŋks ʃˌʊd bˈɛɹ mˌiː pˈæst ˈɔːl fˈɪɹ ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ fɔːɹ ˌɛni wˌʌn, ˈɔːl ðə fˈaɪt fˈɔːt, ˈɔːl ðə ʃˈɔːɹt dʒˈɜːni θɹˈuː, wˌʌt ʃˌʊd aɪ dˈuː?