text_original: 'T was a scandal and shame to the business like street, One terrible blot in a ledger so neat: The shop full of hardware, but black as a hearse, And the rest of the mansion a thousand times worse. Outside, the old plaster, all spatter and stain, Looked spotty in sunshine and streaky in rain; The window sills sprouted with mildewy grass, And the panes from being broken were known to be glass.
text_transcription: TWAS A SCANDAL AND SHAME TO THE BUSINESS LIKE STREET ONE TERRIBLE BLOT IN A LEDGER SO NEAT THE SHOP FULL OF HEARTWARE BUT BLACK AS A HEARSE AND THE REST OF THE MANSION A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE OUTSIDE THE OLD PLASTER ALL SPATTER AND STAIN LOOKED SPOTTY IN SUNSHINE AND STREAKY IN RAIN THE WINDOW SILLS SPROUTED WITH MILDEWY GRASS AND THE PANES FROM BEING BROKEN WERE KNOWN TO BE GLASS
phonemes: tˈiː wʌzɐ skˈændəl ænd ʃˈeɪm tə ðə bˈɪznəs lˈaɪk stɹˈiːt, wˈʌn tˈɛɹᵻbəl blˈɑːt ɪn ɐ lˈɛdʒɚ sˌoʊ nˈiːt: ðə ʃˈɑːp fˈʊl ʌv hˈɑːɹdwɛɹ, bˌʌt blˈæk æz ɐ hˈɜːs, ænd ðə ɹˈɛst ʌvðə mˈænʃən ɐ θˈaʊzənd tˈaɪmz wˈɜːs. aʊtsˈaɪd, ðɪ ˈoʊld plˈæstɚ, ˈɔːl spˈæɾɚ ænd stˈeɪn, lˈʊkt spˈɑːɾi ɪn sˈʌnʃaɪn ænd stɹˈiːki ɪn ɹˈeɪn; ðə wˈɪndoʊ sˈɪlz spɹˈaʊɾᵻd wɪð mˈaɪlduːi ɡɹˈæs, ænd ðə pˈeɪnz fɹʌm bˌiːɪŋ bɹˈoʊkən wɜː nˈoʊn təbi ɡlˈæs.