text_original: "You scowl  and I don't wonder; I spoke too fast again; But you'll forgive one blunder, For you are like most men: You are,  or so you've told me, So many mortal times, That heaven ought not to hold me Accountable for crimes.
text_transcription: YOU SCOWL AND I DON'T WONDER I SPOKE TOO FAST AGAIN BUT YOU'LL FORGIVE ONE BLUNDER FOR YOU ARE LIKE MOST MEN YOU ARE OR SO YOU'VE TOLD ME SO MANY MORTAL TIMES THAT HEAVEN OUGHT NOT TO HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE FOR CRIMES
phonemes: "juː skˈaʊl ænd aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈʌndɚ; aɪ spˈoʊk tˈuː fˈæst ɐɡˈɛn; bˌʌt juːl fɚɡˈɪv wˈʌn blˈʌndɚ, fɔːɹ juː ɑːɹ lˈaɪk mˈoʊst mˈɛn: juː ɑːɹ,  ɔːɹ sˌoʊ juːv tˈoʊld mˌiː, sˌoʊ mˈɛni mˈɔːɹɾəl tˈaɪmz, ðæt hˈɛvən ˈɔːt nˌɑːt tə hˈoʊld mˌiː ɐkˈaʊntəbəl fɔːɹ kɹˈaɪmz.