text_original: Father, father, tell me what you're waiting for, Tell me why your eyes are on the door. It is dark and it is late, But you sit so still and straight, Ever staring, ever smiling, at the door.
text_transcription: FATHER FATHER TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE WAITING FOR TELL ME WHY YOUR EYES ARE ON THE DOOR IT IS DARK AND IT IS LATE BUT YOU SIT SO STILL AND STRAIGHT EVER STARING EVER SMILING AT THE DOOR
phonemes: fˈɑːðɚ, fˈɑːðɚ, tˈɛl mˌiː wʌt jʊɹ wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɔːɹ, tˈɛl mˌiː wˌaɪ jʊɹ ˈaɪz ɑːɹ ɔnðə dˈɔːɹ. ɪɾ ɪz dˈɑːɹk ænd ɪɾ ɪz lˈeɪt, bˌʌt juː sˈɪt sˌoʊ stˈɪl ænd stɹˈeɪt, ˈɛvɚ stˈɛɹɪŋ, ˈɛvɚ smˈaɪlɪŋ, æt ðə dˈɔːɹ.