text_original: THE DRUNKARD'S HELL It was on a cold and stormy night I saw and heard an awful sight; The lightning flashed and thunder rolled Around my poor benighted soul.
text_transcription: THE DRUNKARD'S HELL IT WAS ON A COLD AND STORMY NIGHT I SAW AND HEARD AN AWFUL SIGHT THE LIGHTNING FLASHED AND THUNDER ROLLED AROUND MY POOR BENIGHTED SOUL
phonemes: ðə dɹˈʌŋkɚdz hˈɛl ɪt wʌz ˌɔn ɐ kˈoʊld ænd stˈɔːɹmi nˈaɪt aɪ sˈɔː ænd hˈɜːd ɐn ˈɔːfəl sˈaɪt; ðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ flˈæʃt ænd θˈʌndɚ ɹˈoʊld ɚɹˈaʊnd maɪ pˈʊɹ bᵻnˈaɪɾᵻd sˈoʊl.