text_original: urn one s hand To making things with no demand. August Tenth THE FAULT blame the world for this and that, In angry speech and lurid print, But let me tell you plain and flat The fault is with the people in t. If we who think we run the same Would do our part with smiling grace, We d find the poor old world we blame A fine and dandy sort of place.
text_transcription: THE FAULT BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS RIGHTFUL LIBERVOXED ORG BY SONYA WE BLAME THE WORLD FOR THIS AND THAT IN ANGRY SPEECH AND DELIRIED PRINT BUT LET ME TELL YOU PLAIN AND FLAT THE FAULT IS WITH THE PEOPLE IN IT IF WE WHO THINK WE RUN THE SAME WOULD DO OUR PART WITH SMILING GRACE WE'D FIND THE POOR OLD WORLD WE BLAME A FINE AND DANDY SORT OF PLACE
phonemes: ˈɜːn wˈʌn ˈɛs hˈænd tə mˌeɪkɪŋ θˈɪŋz wɪð nˈoʊ dᵻmˈænd. ˈɔːɡəst tˈɛnθ ðə fˈɔlt blˈeɪm ðə wˈɜːld fɔːɹ ðɪs ænd ðˈæt, ɪn ˈæŋɡɹi spˈiːtʃ ænd lˈʊɹɹɪd pɹˈɪnt, bˌʌt lˈɛt mˌiː tˈɛl juː plˈeɪn ænd flˈæt ðə fˈɔlt ɪz wɪððə pˈiːpəl ɪn tˈiː. ɪf wiː hˌuː θˈɪŋk wiː ɹˈʌn ðə sˈeɪm wʊd dˈuː ˌaʊɚ pˈɑːɹt wɪð smˈaɪlɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪs, wiː dˈiː fˈaɪnd ðə pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld wˈɜːld wiː blˈeɪm ɐ fˈaɪn ænd dˈændi sˈɔːɹt ʌv plˈeɪs.