text_original: Many was the night during the days of that first approach to Paris that Katie had gone home to tell Mikey, "He's dyin' of grief, he is. He looks at his paper in the morning and drops his head in his hands and groans. He don't eat and he don't talk.
text_transcription: MANY WAS THE NIGHT DURING THE DAYS OF THAT FIRST APPROACH TO PARIS THAT KATY HAD GONE HOME TO TELL MIKEY HE'S DYING OF GRIEF HE IS HE LOOKS AT HIS PAPER IN THE MORNING AND DROPS HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS AND GROANS HE DON'T EAT AN HE DON'T TALK
phonemes: mˈɛni wʌzðə nˈaɪt dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðə dˈeɪz ʌv ðæt fˈɜːst ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ tə pˈæɹɪs ðæt kˈeɪɾi hæd ɡɔn hˈoʊm tə tˈɛl mˈaɪki, "hiːz dˈaɪɪn ʌv ɡɹˈiːf, hiː ɪz. hiː lˈʊks æt hɪz pˈeɪpɚɹ ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ænd dɹˈɑːps hɪz hˈɛd ɪn hɪz hˈændz ænd ɡɹˈoʊnz. hiː dˈoʊnt ˈiːt ænd hiː dˈoʊnt tˈɔːk.