text_original: While I lived on that dark and bloody ground, a man was beaten to death in an open shed, on the cor  ner of two public streets, where the sound of the blows, the curses of his two tormentors, and his shrieks and unavailing prayers for mercy were continued a whole forenoon, and sent the complaining air shud  dering to the ears of thousands, not one of whom offered any help.
text_transcription: WHILE I LIVED ON THAT DARK AND BLOODY GROUND A MAN WAS BEATEN TO DEATH IN AN OPEN SHED ON THE CORNER OF TWO PUBLIC STREETS WHERE THE SOUND OF THE BLOWS THE CURSES OF HIS TWO TORMENTORS AND HIS SHRIEKS AND UNAVAILING PRAYERS FOR MERCY WERE CONTINUED A WHOLE FORENOON AND SENT THE COMPLAINING AIR SHUDDERING TO THE EARS OF THOUSANDS NOT ONE OF WHOM OFFERED ANY HELP
phonemes: wˌaɪl aɪ lˈɪvd ˌɔn ðæt dˈɑːɹk ænd blˈʌdi ɡɹˈaʊnd, ɐ mˈæn wʌz bˈiːʔn̩ tə dˈɛθ ɪn ɐn ˈoʊpən ʃˈɛd, ɔnðə kˈɔːɹ nˈɜːɹ ʌv tˈuː pˈʌblɪk stɹˈiːts, wˌɛɹ ðə sˈaʊnd ʌvðə blˈoʊz, ðə kˈɜːsᵻz ʌv hɪz tˈuː tɔːɹmˈɛntɔːɹz, ænd hɪz ʃɹˈiːks ænd ʌnɐvˈeɪlɪŋ pɹˈɛɹz fɔːɹ mˈɜːsi wɜː kəntˈɪnjuːd ɐ hˈoʊl fɔːɹnˈuːn, ænd sˈɛnt ðə kəmplˈeɪnɪŋ ˈɛɹ ʃˈʌd dˈɛɹɪŋ tə ðɪ ˈɪɹz ʌv θˈaʊzəndz, nˌɑːt wˈʌn ʌv hˈuːm ˈɔfɚd ˌɛni hˈɛlp.