text_original: And behind the glass of their Grand Express Folk yawn away a province through, With nothing to think of, nothing to do, Nothing even to look at  never a "view" In this damned wilderness.
text_transcription: AND BEHIND THE GLASS OF THEIR GRAND EXPRESS FOLK YAWN AWAY A PROVINCE THROUGH WITH NOTHING TO THINK OF NOTHING TO DO NOTHING EVEN TO LOOK AT NEVER A VIEW IN THIS DAMNED WILDERNESS
phonemes: ænd bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə ɡlˈæs ʌv ðɛɹ ɡɹˈænd ɛkspɹˈɛs fˈoʊk jˈɔːn ɐwˈeɪ ɐ pɹˈɑːvɪns θɹˈuː, wɪð nˈʌθɪŋ tə θˈɪŋk ʌv, nˈʌθɪŋ tə dˈuː, nˈʌθɪŋ ˈiːvən tə lˈʊk æt nˈɛvɚɹ ˈeɪ "vjˈuː" ɪn ðɪs dˈæmd wˈɪldɚnəs.