text_original: An open torch had come in contact with a bit of oily rag. It had fallen, setting fire to the refuse on a passing car. To that no one paid attention, for over it were bundles of pressed hay; and the tradition in the mine is that pressed hay will not burn.
text_transcription: AN OPEN TORCH HAD COME IN CONTACT WITH A BIT OF OILY RAG IT HAD FALLEN SETTING FIRE TO THE REFUSE OF A PASSING CAR TO THAT NO ONE PAID ATTENTION FOR OVER IT WERE BUNDLES OF PRESSED HAY AND THE TRADITION IN THE MINE IS THAT PRESSED HAY WILL NOT BURN
phonemes: ɐn ˈoʊpən tˈɔːɹtʃ hæd kˈʌm ɪn kˈɑːntækt wɪð ɐ bˈɪt ʌv ˈɔɪli ɹˈæɡ. ɪt hæd fˈɔːlən, sˈɛɾɪŋ fˈaɪɚ tə ðə ɹˈɛfjuːs ˌɔn ɐ pˈæsɪŋ kˈɑːɹ. tə ðæt nˈoʊwˈʌn pˈeɪd ɐtˈɛnʃən, fɔːɹ ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪt wɜː bˈʌndəlz ʌv pɹˈɛst hˈeɪ; ænd ðə tɹɐdˈɪʃən ɪnðə mˈaɪn ɪz ðæt pɹˈɛst hˈeɪ wɪl nˌɑːt bˈɜːn.