text_original: 164 so LIKE HELL. Ah ! the crowd that streams around me, Endless through the weary street, Beating out an iron music From the pavement at its feet.
text_transcription: SO LIKE HELL AH THE CROWD THAT STREAMS AROUND ME ENDLESS THROUGH THE WEARY STREET BEATING OUT AN IRON MUSIC FROM THE PAVEMENT AT ITS FEET
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti fˈɔːɹ sˌoʊ lˈaɪk hˈɛl. ˈɑː ! ðə kɹˈaʊd ðæt stɹˈiːmz ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː, ˈɛndləs θɹuː ðə wˈɪɹi stɹˈiːt, bˈiːɾɪŋ ˈaʊt ɐn ˈaɪɚn mjˈuːzɪk fɹʌmðə pˈeɪvmənt æɾ ɪts fˈiːt.