text_original: And thus drunkards ride to Hell in their pride, With nothing but steam from the barrels inside. We've Railroads to Heaven, and Railroads to Hell, Where good men can ride, and where Devils can dwell; We've Taverns for drunkards and Churches for Saints, And quacks of all sorts to heal our complaints; So now we can ride to Hell in our pride, On Railroads of sin with blue Devils inside.
text_transcription: AND THUS DRUNKARDS RIDE TO HELL IN THEIR PRIDE WITH NOTHING BUT STEAM FROM THE BARRELS INSIDE WE'VE RAILROADS TO HEAVEN AND RAILROADS TO HELL WHERE GOOD MEN CAN RIDE AND WHERE DEVILS CAN DWELL WE'VE TAVERNS FOR DRUNKARDS AND CHURCHES FOR SAINTS AND QUACKS OF ALL SORTS TO HEAL OUR COMPLAINTS SO NOW WE CAN RIDE TO HELL IN OUR PRIDE ON RAILROADS OF SIN WITH BLUE DEVILS INSIDE
phonemes: ænd ðˈʌs dɹˈʌŋkɚdz ɹˈaɪd tə hˈɛl ɪn ðɛɹ pɹˈaɪd, wɪð nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt stˈiːm fɹʌmðə bˈæɹəlz ɪnsˈaɪd. wiːv ɹˈeɪlɹoʊdz tə hˈɛvən, ænd ɹˈeɪlɹoʊdz tə hˈɛl, wˌɛɹ ɡˈʊd mˈɛn kæn ɹˈaɪd, ænd wˌɛɹ dˈɛvəlz kæn dwˈɛl; wiːv tˈævɚnz fɔːɹ dɹˈʌŋkɚdz ænd tʃˈɜːtʃᵻz fɔːɹ sˈeɪnts, ænd kwˈæks ʌv ˈɔːl sˈɔːɹts tə hˈiːl ˌaʊɚ kəmplˈeɪnts; sˌoʊ nˈaʊ wiː kæn ɹˈaɪd tə hˈɛl ɪn ˌaʊɚ pɹˈaɪd, ˌɔn ɹˈeɪlɹoʊdz ʌv sˈɪn wɪð blˈuː dˈɛvəlz ɪnsˈaɪd.