text_original: And be we king or be we kern Who ride the roads of Sin, No matter how the roads may turn They lead us to that Inn. Unto that Inn within that land Of silence and of gloom, Whose ghastly landlord takes our hand And leads us to our room.
text_transcription: AND BE WE KING OR BE WE KERN WHO RIDE THE ROADS OF SIN NO MATTER HOW THE ROADS MAY TURN THEY LEAD US TO THAT INN UNTO THAT INN WITHIN THAT LAND OF SILENCE AND OF GLOOM WHOSE GHASTLY LANDLORD TAKES OUR HAND AND LEADS US TO OUR ROOM
phonemes: ænd biː wiː kˈɪŋ ɔːɹ biː wiː kˈɜːn hˌuː ɹˈaɪd ðə ɹˈoʊdz ʌv sˈɪn, nˈoʊ mˈæɾɚ hˌaʊ ðə ɹˈoʊdz mˈeɪ tˈɜːn ðeɪ lˈiːd ˌʌs tə ðæt ˈɪn. ˌʌntʊ ðæt ˈɪn wɪðˌɪn ðæt lˈænd ʌv sˈaɪləns ænd ʌv ɡlˈuːm, hˌuːz ɡˈæstli lˈændlɔːɹd tˈeɪks ˌaʊɚ hˈænd ænd lˈiːdz ˌʌs tʊ ˌaʊɚ ɹˈuːm.