text_original: 'Twouldn't suit them Southun fellers, They're a dreffle graspin' set, We must ollers blow the bellers Wen they want their irons het; Maybe it's all right ez preachin', But _my_ narves it kind o' grates, Wen I see the overreachin' O' them nigger drivin' States.
text_transcription: TWOULDN'T SUIT THEM SOUTHERN FELLERS THEY'RE A DREADFUL GRASPIN SET WE MUST ALLERS BLOW THE BELLERS WHEN THEY WANT THEIR IRONS HET MAYBE IT'S ALL RIGHT AS PREACHIN BUT MY GNARVES IT KIND OF GRATES WHEN I SEE THE OVERREACHIN OF THEM NIGGER DRIVIN STATES
phonemes: tˈuːʌldənt sˈuːt ðˌɛm sˈaʊθʌn fˈɛlɚz, ðeɪɚɹ ɐ dɹˈɛfəl ɡɹˈæspɪn sˈɛt, wiː mˈʌst ˈɑːlɚz blˈoʊ ðə bˈɛlɚz wˈɛn ðeɪ wˈɔnt ðɛɹ ˈaɪɚnz hˈɛt; mˈeɪbiː ɪts ˈɔːl ɹˈaɪt ˈɛz pɹˈiːtʃɪn, bˌʌt maɪ nˈɑːɹvz ɪt kˈaɪnd ˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪts, wˈɛn aɪ sˈiː ðɪ ˌoʊvɚɹˈiːtʃɪn ˈoʊ ðˌɛm nˈɪɡɚ dɹˈɪvɪn stˈeɪts.