text_original: 47 THEY TAKE NO HEED. " Oh ! whether I to dead I hardly know — Whatever dead may be — But they make no space, and they keep no place, And take no heed of me. '' I creep and I stand, and I touch their hand, As they speak to each other there ; But the words that I say, they can't understand, And they fall on the empty air."
text_transcription: THEY TAKE NO HEED O WHETHER I'M DEAD I HARDLY KNOW WHATEVER DEAD MAY BE BUT THEY MAKE NO SPACE AND THEY KEEP NO PLACE AND TAKE NO HEED OF ME I CREEP AND I STAND AND I TOUCH THEIR HAND AS THEY SPEAK TO EACH OTHER THERE BUT THE WORDS THAT I SAY THEY CAN'T UNDERSTAND AND THEY FALL ON THE EMPTY AIR
phonemes: fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɛvən ðeɪ tˈeɪk nˈoʊ hˈiːd. " ˈoʊ ! wˈɛðɚɹ aɪ tə dˈɛd aɪ hˈɑːɹdli nˈoʊ — wʌtˈɛvɚ dˈɛd mˈeɪ bˈiː — bˌʌt ðeɪ mˌeɪk nˈoʊ spˈeɪs, ænd ðeɪ kˈiːp nˈoʊ plˈeɪs, ænd tˈeɪk nˈoʊ hˈiːd ʌv mˌiː. aɪ kɹˈiːp ænd aɪ stˈænd, ænd aɪ tˈʌtʃ ðɛɹ hˈænd, æz ðeɪ spˈiːk tʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ðˈɛɹ ; bˌʌt ðə wˈɜːdz ðæt aɪ sˈeɪ, ðeɪ kˈænt ˌʌndɚstˈænd, ænd ðeɪ fˈɔːl ɔnðɪ ˈɛmpti ˈɛɹ."