text_original: OUT OF THE WINDOW In the middle of countries, far from hills and sea, Are the little places one passes by in trains And never stops at; where the skies extend Uninterrupted, and the level plains Stretch green and yellow and green without an end.
text_transcription: EE NINETY EIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF COUNTRIES FAR FROM HILLS AND SEA ARE THE LITTLE PLACES ONE PASSES BY IN TRAINS AND NEVER STOPS AT WHERE THE SKIES EXTEND UNINTERRUPTED AND THE LEVEL PLAINS STRETCH GREEN AND YELLOW AND GREEN WITHOUT AN END
phonemes: ˌaʊɾəv ðə wˈɪndoʊ ɪnðə mˈɪdəl ʌv kˈʌntɹiz, fˈɑːɹ fɹʌm hˈɪlz ænd sˈiː, ɑːɹ ðə lˈɪɾəl plˈeɪsᵻz wˈʌn pˈæsᵻz baɪ ɪn tɹˈeɪnz ænd nˈɛvɚ stˈɑːps æt; wˌɛɹ ðə skˈaɪz ɛkstˈɛnd ˌʌnˌɪntɚɹˈʌptᵻd, ænd ðə lˈɛvəl plˈeɪnz stɹˈɛtʃ ɡɹˈiːn ænd jˈɛloʊ ænd ɡɹˈiːn wɪðˌaʊt ɐn ˈɛnd.