text_original: One day this fellow, by the wine o'erthrown, Had in a bottle left his senses; His shrewd wife shut him all alone In a dark tomb, till the dull fume Might from his brains evaporate.
text_transcription: ONE DAY THIS FELLOW BY THE WINE OVERTHROWN HAD IN A BOTTLE LEFT HIS SENSES HIS SHREWD WIFE SHUT HIM ALL ALONE IN A DARK TOMB TILL THE DULL FUME MIGHT FROM HIS BRAINS EVAPORATE
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ ðɪs fˈɛloʊ, baɪ ðə wˈaɪn ˈɔːɹθɹoʊn, hæd ɪn ɐ bˈɑːɾəl lˈɛft hɪz sˈɛnsᵻz; hɪz ʃɹˈuːd wˈaɪf ʃˈʌt hˌɪm ˈɔːl ɐlˈoʊn ɪn ɐ dˈɑːɹk tˈuːm, tˈɪl ðə dˈʌl fjˈuːm mˌaɪt fɹʌm hɪz bɹˈeɪnz ɪvˈæpɚɹˌeɪt.