text_original: The hangman's coarse laughter was loud and long ; then he resumed : " Come, make merry, all of you, and let us drink. Yes, Becky, give me a glass of that beer which scrapes a man's throat as if he were drinking files, and let me drain it to my future advancement.
text_transcription: THE HANGMAN'S COARSE LAUGHTER WAS LOUD AND LONG THEN HE RESUMED COME MAKE MERRY ALL OF YOU AND LET US DRINK YES BECKY GIVE ME A GLASS OF THAT BEER WHICH SCRAPES A MAN'S THROAT AS IF HE WERE DRINKING FILES AND LET ME DRAIN IT TO MY FUTURE ADVANCEMENT
phonemes: ðə hˈæŋmənz kˈɔːɹs lˈæftɚ wʌz lˈaʊd ænd lˈɔŋ ; ðˈɛn hiː ɹᵻzˈuːmd : " kˈʌm, mˌeɪk mˈɛɹi, ˈɔːl ʌv juː, ænd lˈɛt ˌʌs dɹˈɪŋk. jˈɛs, bˈɛki, ɡˈɪv mˌiː ɐ ɡlˈæs ʌv ðæt bˈɪɹ wˌɪtʃ skɹˈeɪps ɐ mˈænz θɹˈoʊt æz ɪf hiː wɜː dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ fˈaɪlz, ænd lˈɛt mˌiː dɹˈeɪn ɪt tə maɪ fjˈuːtʃɚɹ ɐdvˈænsmənt.