text_original: Let us go Praising them too. And where good wine to quaff is And maids to kiss, doff life's gray garb of woe; For soon that tavern's reached, that inn, you know, Where wine and love are not, where, sans disguise, Each one must lie in his strait bed apart, The thorn of sleep deep driven in his heart, And dust and darkness in his mouth and eyes.
text_transcription: LET US GO PRAISING THEM TOO AND WHERE GOOD WINE TO QUAFF IS AND MATES TO KISS DOFF LIFE'S GRAY GARB OF WOE FOR SOON THAT TAVERNS REACHED THAT INN YOU KNOW WHERE WINE AND LOVE ARE NOT WHERE SAN'S DISGUISE EACH ONE MUST LIE IN HIS STRAIGHT BED APART THE THORN OF SLEEP DEEP DRIVEN IN HIS HEART AND DUST AND DARKNESS IN HIS MOUTH AND EYES
phonemes: lˈɛt ˌʌs ɡˌoʊ pɹˈeɪzɪŋ ðˌɛm tˈuː. ænd wˌɛɹ ɡˈʊd wˈaɪn tə kwˈɑːf ɪz ænd mˈeɪdz tə kˈɪs, dˈɑːf lˈaɪfz ɡɹˈeɪ ɡˈɑːɹb ʌv wˈoʊ; fɔːɹ sˈuːn ðæt tˈævɚnz ɹˈiːtʃt, ðæt ˈɪn, juː nˈoʊ, wˌɛɹ wˈaɪn ænd lˈʌv ɑːɹ nˈɑːt, wˈɛɹ, sˈænz dɪsɡˈaɪz, ˈiːtʃ wˈʌn mˈʌst lˈaɪ ɪn hɪz stɹˈeɪt bˈɛd ɐpˈɑːɹt, ðə θˈɔːɹn ʌv slˈiːp dˈiːp dɹˈɪvən ɪn hɪz hˈɑːɹt, ænd dˈʌst ænd dˈɑːɹknəs ɪn hɪz mˈaʊθ ænd ˈaɪz.