text_original: Women who had ceased to go to the butcher's went confidently in. "Jim goes to work to morrow, can you trust me for a boiling piece?" and the butcher, as pleased as his customer, said, "Sure," cut it with a whistle and threw in a few ounces.
text_transcription: WOMEN WHO HAD CEASED TO GO TO THE BUTCHER'S WENT CONFIDENTLY IN JIM GOES TO WORK TO MORROW CAN YOU TRUST ME FOR BAWLING PEACE AND THE BUTCHER AS PLEASED AS HIS CUSTOMER SAID SURE CUT IT WITH A WHISTLE AND THREW IN A FEW OUNCES
phonemes: wˈɪmɪn hˌuː hæd sˈiːst tə ɡˌoʊ tə ðə bˈʊtʃɚz wɛnt kˈɑːnfɪdəntli ˈɪn. "dʒˈɪm ɡoʊz tə wˈɜːk tə mˈɑːɹoʊ, kæn juː tɹˈʌst mˌiː fɚɹə bˈɔɪlɪŋ pˈiːs?" ænd ðə bˈʊtʃɚ, æz plˈiːzd æz hɪz kˈʌstəmɚ, sˈɛd, "ʃˈʊɹ," kˈʌt ɪt wɪð ɐ wˈɪsəl ænd θɹˈuː ɪn ɐ fjˈuː ˈaʊnsᵻz.