text_original: 'Tain't by turnin' out to hack folks You're agoin' to git your rights Nor by lookin' down on black folks Coz you're put upon by wite; Slavery ain't o' nary color, 'Tain't the hide thet makes it wus, All it keers fer is a feller 'S jest to make him fill his pus.
text_transcription: TAIN'T BY TURNIN OUT TO HACK FOLKS YOU'RE A GOIN TO GIT YOUR RIGHTS NOR BY LOOKIN DOWN ON BLACK FOLKS CAUSE YOU'RE PUT UPON BY WHITE SLAVERY AIN'T A NARRY COLOR TAIN'T A HIDE THAT MAKES IT WORSE ALL IT KISS FER IS A FELLER'S JEST TO MAKE HIM FILL HIS PUR
phonemes: tˈeɪnt baɪ tˈɜːnɪn ˈaʊt tə hˈæk fˈoʊks jʊɹ ˈæɡɔɪn tə ɡˈɪt jʊɹ ɹˈaɪts nˈɔːɹ baɪ lˈʊkɪn dˌaʊn ˌɔn blˈæk fˈoʊks kˈɑːz jʊɹ pˌʊt əpˌɑːn baɪ wˈaɪt; slˈeɪvɚɹi ˈeɪnt ˈoʊ nˈɛɹi kˈʌlɚ, tˈeɪnt ðə hˈaɪd θˈɛt mˌeɪks ɪt wjˈuːz, ˈɔːl ɪt kˈɪɹz fˈɜːɹ ɪz ɐ fˈɛlɚ ˈɛs dʒˈɛst tə mˌeɪk hˌɪm fˈɪl hɪz pˈʌs.