text_original: "You've killed the last assurance That once would have me strive To rouse an old endurance That is no more alive. It makes two people chilly To say what we have said, But you  you'll not be silly And wrangle for the dead.
text_transcription: YOU'VE KILLED THE LAST ASSURANCE THAT ONCE WOULD HAVE ME STRIVE TO ROUSE AN OLD ENDURANCE THAT IS NO MORE ALIVE IT MAKES TWO PEOPLE CHILLY TO SAY WHAT WE HAVE SAID BUT YOU YOU'LL NOT BE SILLY AND WRANGLE FOR THE DEAD
phonemes: "juːv kˈɪld ðə lˈæst əʃˈʊɹɹəns ðæt wˈʌns wʊdhɐv mˌiː stɹˈaɪv tə ɹˈaʊz ɐn ˈoʊld ɛndˈʊɹɹəns ðæt ɪz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɐlˈaɪv. ɪt mˌeɪks tˈuː pˈiːpəl tʃˈɪli tə sˈeɪ wʌt wiː hæv sˈɛd, bˌʌt juː juːl nˌɑːt biː sˈɪli ænd ɹˈæŋɡəl fɚðə dˈɛd.