text_original: You must let me put away those poor flowers!" She went to the silver cup and bent over them. "My dear boy, they're quite nasty! Do throw them outside somewhere; it's so dreadful, the smell of old flowers!"
text_transcription: YOU MUST LET ME PUT AWAY THOSE POOR FLOWERS SHE WENT TO THE SILVER CUP AND BENT OVER THEM MY DEAR BOY THEY'RE QUITE NASTY DO THROW THEM OUTSIDE SOMEWHERE IT'S SO DREADFUL THE SMELL OF OLD FLOWERS
phonemes: juː mˈʌst lˈɛt mˌiː pˌʊt ɐwˈeɪ ðoʊz pˈʊɹ flˈaʊɚz!" ʃiː wɛnt tə ðə sˈɪlvɚ kˈʌp ænd bˈɛnt ˈoʊvɚ ðˌɛm. "maɪ dˈɪɹ bˈɔɪ, ðeɪɚ kwˈaɪt nˈæsti! dˈuː θɹˈoʊ ðˌɛm aʊtsˈaɪd sˈʌmwɛɹ; ɪts sˌoʊ dɹˈɛdfəl, ðə smˈɛl ʌv ˈoʊld flˈaʊɚz!"