text_original: "Devil a bit," rejoined the Sandman, "except  you're sure it worn't a sperrit, Tinker. I've heerd say that this crib is haanted, and though I don't fear no livin' man, a ghost's a different sort of customer."
text_transcription: DEVIL A BIT REJOINED THE SANDMAN EXCEPT YOU SURE IT WON'T A SPERRIT TINKER I'VE HEERD SAY THAT THIS CRIBE IS HAUNTED AND THOUGH I DON'T FEAR NO LIVING MAN IT GOES TO DIFFERENT SORT OF CUSTOMER
phonemes: "dˈɛvəl ɐ bˈɪt," ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd ðə sˈændmən, "ɛksˈɛpt jʊɹ ʃˈʊɹ ɪt wˈɔːɹənt ɐ spˈɛɹɪt, tˈɪŋkɚ. aɪv hˈɪɹd sˈeɪ ðæt ðɪs kɹˈɪb ɪz hˈɑːntᵻd, ænd ðˌoʊ aɪ dˈoʊnt fˈɪɹ nˈoʊ lˈɪvɪn mˈæn, ɐ ɡˈoʊsts ɐ dˈɪfɹənt sˈɔːɹt ʌv kˈʌstəmɚ."