text_original: I find when I go racing I don't know half the colours. It spoils the pleasure. It's no longer the close borough that it was. George had better take care what he's about. I can't imagine what we're coming to!"
text_transcription: I FIND WHEN I GO RACING I DON'T KNOW HALF THE COLORS IT SPOILS THE PLEASURE IT'S NO LONGER THE CLOSE BURROW THAT IT WAS GEORGE HAD BETTER TAKE CARE WHAT HE'S ABOUT I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT WE'RE COMING TO
phonemes: aɪ fˈaɪnd wɛn aɪ ɡˌoʊ ɹˈeɪsɪŋ aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˈæf ðə kˈʌlɚz. ɪt spˈɔɪlz ðə plˈɛʒɚ. ɪts nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ ðə klˈoʊs bˈʌɹoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz. dʒˈɔːɹdʒ hæd bˈɛɾɚ tˈeɪk kˈɛɹ wʌt hiːz ɐbˈaʊt. aɪ kˈænt ɪmˈædʒɪn wʌt wɪɹ kˈʌmɪŋ tuː!"