text_original: Then one day some one tapped him on the shoulder. He looked round, and Death stood behind him, and said, "Follow me, the hour of thy departure from this world has come." "What," replied the man, "wilt thou break thy word?
text_transcription: THEN ONE DAY SOME ONE TAPPED HIM ON THE SHOULDER HE LOOKED ROUND AND DEATH STOOD BEHIND HIM AND SAID FOLLOW ME THE HOUR OF THY DEPARTURE FROM THIS WORLD HAS COME WHAT REPLIED THE MAN WILT THOU BREAK THY WORD
phonemes: ðˈɛn wˈʌn dˈeɪ sˈʌmwʌn tˈæpt hˌɪm ɔnðə ʃˈoʊldɚ. hiː lˈʊkt ɹˈaʊnd, ænd dˈɛθ stˈʊd bᵻhˈaɪnd hˌɪm, ænd sˈɛd, "fˈɑːloʊ mˌiː, ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv ðˌaɪ dᵻpˈɑːɹtʃɚ fɹʌm ðɪs wˈɜːld hɐz kˈʌm." "wˌʌt," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ðə mˈæn, "wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ bɹˈeɪk ðˌaɪ wˈɜːd?