text_original: At dusk that evening I sat on the back door step, by the orchard, cleaning his rifle. The sound of steps came from the little passage behind me, and a hand was on my head.
text_transcription: AT DUSK THAT EVENING I SAT ON THE BACK DOORSTEP BY THE ORCHARD CLEANING HIS RIFLE THE SOUND OF STEPS CAME FROM THE LITTLE PASSAGE BEHIND ME AND A HAND WAS ON MY HEAD
phonemes: æt dˈʌsk ðæt ˈiːvnɪŋ aɪ sˈæt ɔnðə bˈæk dˈɔːɹ stˈɛp, baɪ ðɪ ˈɔːɹtʃɚd, klˈiːnɪŋ hɪz ɹˈaɪfəl. ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv stˈɛps kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə lˈɪɾəl pˈæsɪdʒ bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː, ænd ɐ hˈænd wʌz ˌɔn maɪ hˈɛd.