text_original: I've walked two hundred miles, and fed seven times, and my sculp's as near hangin' on a Red Stick's belt as I ever want it to be." "Tom McChesney," said Polly Ann, with her hands on her hips and her sunbonnet tilted, "that's the longest speech you ever made in your life."
text_transcription: I'VE WALKED TWO HUNDRED MILES AND FED SEVEN TIMES AND MY SKULP'S AS NEAR A HANGING ON A RED STICK'S BELT AS EVER I WANTED TO BE TOM A CHESTN SAID POLLY ANNE WITH HER HANDS ON HER HIPS AND HER SUNBONNET TILTED THAT'S THE LONGEST SPEECH YOU EVER MADE IN YOUR LIFE
phonemes: aɪv wˈɔːkt tˈuː hˈʌndɹɪd mˈaɪlz, ænd fˈɛd sˈɛvən tˈaɪmz, ænd maɪ skˈʌlps æz nˌɪɹ hˈæŋɡɪn ˌɔn ɐ ɹˈɛd stˈɪks bˈɛlt æz aɪ ˈɛvɚ wˈɔnt ɪt tə bˈiː." "tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni," sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, wɪð hɜː hˈændz ˌɔn hɜː hˈɪps ænd hɜː sˈʌnbɑːnɪt tˈɪltᵻd, "ðæts ðə lˈɔŋɡɪst spˈiːtʃ juː ˈɛvɚ mˌeɪd ɪn jʊɹ lˈaɪf."