text_original: The people call That street through which I walked and wrung my hands "Street of the Dead One," even to this day. The sleeping houses stood in midnight black, And not a soul was in the streets but I.
text_transcription: THE PEOPLE CALLED THAT STREET THROUGH WHICH I WALKED AND WRUNG MY HANDS STREET OF THE DEAD ONE EVEN TO THIS DAY THE SLEEPING HOUSES STOOD IN MIDNIGHT BLACK AND NOT A SOUL WAS IN THE STREETS BUT I
phonemes: ðə pˈiːpəl kˈɔːl ðæt stɹˈiːt θɹuː wˌɪtʃ aɪ wˈɔːkt ænd ɹˈʌŋ maɪ hˈændz "stɹˈiːt ʌvðə dˈɛd wˌʌn," ˈiːvən tə ðɪs dˈeɪ. ðə slˈiːpɪŋ hˈaʊzᵻz stˈʊd ɪn mˈɪdnaɪt blˈæk, ænd nˌɑːɾə sˈoʊl wʌz ɪnðə stɹˈiːts bˌʌt ˈaɪ.