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. Though youth may fade, and love grow cold, And friends prove false, and best hopes blight, Yet the sun will wade in waves of gold, And the stars in glory will shine at night.
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 THOUGH YOUTH MAY FADE AND LOVE GROW COLD AND FRIENDS PROVE FAULTS AND BEST HOPES BLIGHT YET THE SUN WILL WADE IN WAVES OF GOLD AND THE STARS IN GLORY WILL SHINE AT NIGHT
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. ðˌoʊ jˈuːθ mˈeɪ fˈeɪd, ænd lˈʌv ɡɹˈoʊ kˈoʊld, ænd fɹˈɛndz pɹˈuːv fˈɔls, ænd bˈɛst hˈoʊps blˈaɪt, jˈɛt ðə sˈʌn wɪl wˈeɪd ɪn wˈeɪvz ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ænd ðə stˈɑːɹz ɪn ɡlˈɔːɹi wɪl ʃˈaɪn æt nˈaɪt.