text_original: "Refugees fill the streets, coming from every direction, on foot, beside dog carts, on farm wagons piled high with all sorts of stuff. They are all so white and tired and bewildered  and they are so like the folks around home.
text_transcription: REFUGEES FILL THE STREETS COMING FROM EVERY DIRECTION ON FOOT BESIDE DOG CARTS ON FARM WAGONS PILED HIGH WITH ALL SORTS OF STUFF THEY ARE ALL SO WHITE AND TIRED AND BEWILDERED AND THEY ARE SO LIKE THE FOLKS AROUND HOME
phonemes: "ɹˈɛfjuːdʒˌiːz fˈɪl ðə stɹˈiːts, kˈʌmɪŋ fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi dᵻɹˈɛkʃən, ˌɔn fˈʊt, bᵻsˌaɪd dˈɑːɡ kˈɑːɹts, ˌɔn fˈɑːɹm wˈæɡənz pˈaɪld hˈaɪ wɪð ˈɔːl sˈɔːɹts ʌv stˈʌf. ðeɪ ɑːɹ ˈɔːl sˌoʊ wˈaɪt ænd tˈaɪɚd ænd bᵻwˈɪldɚd ænd ðeɪ ɑːɹ sˌoʊ lˈaɪk ðə fˈoʊks ɚɹˈaʊnd hˈoʊm.