text_original: " I can't say the same for you," rejoined the hangman ; then rubbing his hands with a conceited and complacent smirk, he added : " My friend, you are right ; ours is a fine trade. Ah ' my hand knows the weight of a man's head." " Have you often tasted blood
text_transcription: I CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR YOU REJOINED THE HANGMAN THEN RUBBING HIS HANDS WITH A CONCEITED AND COMPLACENT SMIRK HE ADDED MY FRIEND YOU ARE RIGHT OURS IS A FINE TRADE AH MY HAND KNOWS THE WEIGHT OF A MAN'S HEAD HAVE YOU OFTEN TASTED BLOOD
phonemes: " aɪ kˈænt sˈeɪ ðə sˈeɪm fɔːɹ juː," ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪnd ðə hˈæŋmən ; ðˈɛn ɹˈʌbɪŋ hɪz hˈændz wɪð ɐ kənsˈiːɾᵻd ænd kəmplˈeɪsənt smˈɜːk, hiː ˈædᵻd : " maɪ fɹˈɛnd, juː ɑːɹ ɹˈaɪt ; aʊɚz ɪz ɐ fˈaɪn tɹˈeɪd. ˈɑː maɪ hˈænd nˈoʊz ðə wˈeɪt əvə mˈænz hˈɛd." " hæv juː ˈɔfən tˈeɪstᵻd blˈʌd