text_original: There are no end of soldiers. They are building barricades in the streets, but people go on so naturally. The old men and women are harvesting. Here and there on the river bank you see a fisherman holding his pole as placidly as if there was not a German in a thousand miles.
text_transcription: THERE ARE NO END OF SOLDIERS THEY'RE BUILDING BARRICADES IN THE STREETS BUT PEOPLE GO ON SO NATURALLY THE OLD MEN AND WOMEN ARE HARVESTING HERE AND THERE ON THE RIVER BANK YOU SEE A FISHERMAN HOLDING HIS POLE AS PLACIDLY AS IF THERE WAS NOT A GERMAN IN A THOUSAND MILES
phonemes: ðɛɹˌɑːɹ nˈoʊ ˈɛnd ʌv sˈoʊldʒɚz. ðeɪ ɑːɹ bˈɪldɪŋ bˈæɹɪkˌeɪdz ɪnðə stɹˈiːts, bˌʌt pˈiːpəl ɡˌoʊ ˌɔn sˌoʊ nˈætʃɚɹəli. ðɪ ˈoʊld mˈɛn ænd wˈɪmɪn ɑːɹ hˈɑːɹvɪstɪŋ. hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ ɔnðə ɹˈɪvɚ bˈæŋk juː sˈiː ɐ fˈɪʃɚmən hˈoʊldɪŋ hɪz pˈoʊl æz plˈæsɪdli æz ɪf ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːɾə dʒˈɜːmən ɪn ɐ θˈaʊzənd mˈaɪlz.