text_original: When I was a girl in the country I remember the daughter of our vicar, a very pretty creature. There were dreadful stories about her, even before she was married, and then we heard she was divorced. She came up to London and earned her own living by playing the piano until she married again.
text_transcription: WHEN I WAS A GIRL IN THE COUNTRY I REMEMBER THE DAUGHTER OF OUR VICAR A VERY PRETTY CREATURE THERE WERE DREADFUL STORIES ABOUT HER EVEN BEFORE SHE WAS MARRIED AND THEN WE HEARD SHE WAS DIVORCED SHE CAME UP TO LONDON AND EARNED HER OWN LIVING BY PLAYING THE PIANO UNTIL SHE MARRIED AGAIN
phonemes: wˌɛn aɪ wʌzɐ ɡˈɜːl ɪnðə kˈʌntɹi aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ ðə dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv ˌaʊɚ vˈɪkɚ, ɐ vˈɛɹi pɹˈɪɾi kɹˈiːtʃɚ. ðɛɹwˌɜː dɹˈɛdfəl stˈɔːɹiz ɐbˈaʊt hɜː, ˈiːvən bᵻfˌɔːɹ ʃiː wʌz mˈæɹid, ænd ðˈɛn wiː hˈɜːd ʃiː wʌz dᵻvˈɔːɹst. ʃiː kˈeɪm ˌʌp tə lˈʌndən ænd ˈɜːnd hɜːɹ ˈoʊn lˈɪvɪŋ baɪ plˈeɪɪŋ ðə piˈænoʊ ʌntˈɪl ʃiː mˈæɹid ɐɡˈɛn.