text_original: On other nights he would go into some music hall, and amongst the glaring lights, the vulgar laughter, the scent of painted women, try for a moment to forget the face, the laugh, the scent of that woman for whom he craved.
text_transcription: ON OTHER NIGHTS HE WOULD GO INTO SOME MUSIC HALL AND AMONGST THE GLARING LIGHTS THE VULGAR LAUGHTER THE SCENT OF PAINTED WOMEN TRY FOR A MOMENT TO FORGET THE FACE THE LAUGH THE SCENT OF THAT WOMAN FOR WHOM HE CRAVED
phonemes: ˌɔn ˈʌðɚ nˈaɪts hiː wʊd ɡˌoʊ ˌɪntʊ sˌʌm mjˈuːzɪk hˈɔːl, ænd ɐmˌʌŋst ðə ɡlˈɛɹɪŋ lˈaɪts, ðə vˈʌlɡɚ lˈæftɚ, ðə sˈɛnt ʌv pˈeɪntᵻd wˈɪmɪn, tɹˈaɪ fɚɹə mˈoʊmənt tə fɚɡˈɛt ðə fˈeɪs, ðə lˈæf, ðə sˈɛnt ʌv ðæt wˈʊmən fɔːɹ hˈuːm hiː kɹˈeɪvd.