text_original: Up in the little smoking room in a leather chair his master sat asleep. In front of him were stretched his legs in dusty riding boots. His lips were closed, but through a little hole at one corner came a tiny puffing sound.
text_transcription: UP IN THE LITTLE SMOKING ROOM IN A LEATHER CHAIR HIS MASTER SAT ASLEEP IN FRONT OF HIM WERE STRETCHED HIS LEGS IN DUSTY RIDING BOOTS HIS LIPS WERE CLOSED BUT THROUGH A LITTLE HOLE IN ONE CORNER CAME A TINY PUFFING SOUND
phonemes: ˌʌp ɪnðə lˈɪɾəl smˈoʊkɪŋ ɹˈuːm ɪn ɐ lˈɛðɚ tʃˈɛɹ hɪz mˈæstɚ sˈæt ɐslˈiːp. ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv hˌɪm wɜː stɹˈɛtʃt hɪz lˈɛɡz ɪn dˈʌsti ɹˈaɪdɪŋ bˈuːts. hɪz lˈɪps wɜː klˈoʊzd, bˌʌt θɹuː ɐ lˈɪɾəl hˈoʊl æt wˈʌn kˈɔːɹnɚ kˈeɪm ɐ tˈaɪni pˈʌfɪŋ sˈaʊnd.