text_original: That fellow who bought George's horse, for instance; you'd never have seen his nose in Tattersalls when I was a young man. 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.
text_transcription: THAT FELLOW WHO BOBBED GEORGE'S HORSE FOR INSTANCE YOU'D NEVER HAVE SEEN HIS NOSE AND TATTERSALL'S WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN 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
phonemes: ðæt fˈɛloʊ hˌuː bˈɔːt dʒˈɔːɹdʒᵻz hˈɔːɹs, fɔːɹ ˈɪnstəns; juːd nˈɛvɚ hæv sˈiːn hɪz nˈoʊz ɪn tˈæɾɚsˌɔːlz wɛn aɪ wʌzɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn. aɪ fˈaɪnd wɛn aɪ ɡˌoʊ ɹˈeɪsɪŋ aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ hˈæf ðə kˈʌlɚz. ɪt spˈɔɪlz ðə plˈɛʒɚ. ɪts nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ ðə klˈoʊs bˈʌɹoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz.