text_original: There was a brief silence, followed by a hoarse murmur from a thick set man at the edge of the crowd, who shouldered his way to the centre of it. "We set out to hunt a fight, and my pluck is to clean up. We ain't finished 'em yet." The man had a deep, coarse voice that was a piece with his roughness.
text_transcription: THERE WAS A BRIEF SILENCE FOLLOWED BY A HOARSE MURMUR FROM A THICK SET MAN AT THE EDGE OF THE CROWD WHO SHOULDERED HIS WAY TO THE CENTER OF IT WE SET OUT TO HUNT A FIGHT AND MY PLUCK IS TO CLEAN UP WE AIN'T FINISHED EM YET THE MAN HAD A DEEP COARSE VOICE THAT WAS A PIECE WITH HIS ROUGHNESS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ bɹˈiːf sˈaɪləns, fˈɑːloʊd baɪ ɐ hˈɔːɹs mˈɜːmɚ fɹʌm ɐ θˈɪk sˈɛt mˈæn æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə kɹˈaʊd, hˌuː ʃˈoʊldɚd hɪz wˈeɪ tə ðə sˈɛntɚɹ ʌv ɪt. "wiː sˈɛt ˈaʊt tə hˈʌnt ɐ fˈaɪt, ænd maɪ plˈʌk ɪz tə klˈiːn ˈʌp. wiː ˈeɪnt fˈɪnɪʃt ˈɛm jˈɛt." ðə mˈæn hæd ɐ dˈiːp, kˈɔːɹs vˈɔɪs ðæt wʌzɐ pˈiːs wɪð hɪz ɹˈʌfnəs.