text_original: "That this is not the judgment hour For some of them's a blessed thing, For if it were they'd have to scour Hell's floor for so much threatening . . . "Ha, ha. It will be warmer when I blow the trumpet (if indeed I ever do; for you are men, And rest eternal sorely need)." So down we lay again. "I wonder, Will the world ever saner be," Said one, "than when He sent us under In our indifferent century!"
text_transcription: THAT THIS IS NOT THE JUDGMENT HOUR FOR SOME OF THEM'S A BLESSED THING FOR IF IT WERE THEY'D HAVE TO SCOUR HELL'S FLOOR FOR SO MUCH THREATENING HA HA IT WILL BE WARMER WHEN I BLOW THE TRUMPET IF INDEED I EVER DO FOR YOU ARE MEN AND REST ETERNAL SORELY NEED SO DOWN WE LAY AGAIN I WONDER WILL THE WORLD EVER SAYNER BE SAID ONE THAN WHEN HE SENT US UNDER IN OUR INDIFFERENT CENTURY
phonemes: "ðæt ðɪs ɪz nˌɑːt ðə dʒˈʌdʒmənt ˈaʊɚ fɔːɹ sˌʌm ʌv ðˌɛmz ɐ blˈɛst θˈɪŋ, fɔːɹ ɪf ɪt wɜː ðeɪd hæv tə skˈaʊɚ hˈɛlz flˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ θɹˈɛʔn̩ɪŋ . . . "hˈɑː, hˈɑː. ɪt wɪl biː wˈɔːɹmɚ wɛn aɪ blˈoʊ ðə tɹˈʌmpɪt (ɪf ˌɪndˈiːd aɪ ˈɛvɚ dˈuː; fɔːɹ juː ɑːɹ mˈɛn, ænd ɹˈɛst ɪtˈɜːnəl sˈɔːɹli nˈiːd)." sˌoʊ dˌaʊn wiː lˈeɪ ɐɡˈɛn. "aɪ wˈʌndɚ, wɪl ðə wˈɜːld ˈɛvɚ sˈeɪnɚ bˈiː," sˈɛd wˌʌn, "ðɐn wɛn hiː sˈɛnt ˌʌs ˌʌndɚɹ ɪn ˌaʊɚɹ ɪndˈɪfɹənt sˈɛntʃɚɹi!"