text_original: Long minutes passed before, rising proudly, he lifted to them a face which bore the look of one who comes fresh from a great struggle and a great victory, and in the quiet voice they had learned to know, the king said: 'Gentlemen, I pledge you that the Belgian army will march to Berlin and leave behind it no shattered wall, no mutilated old man, no outraged woman, no orphaned child.'"
text_transcription: LONG MINUTES PASSED BEFORE RISING PROUDLY HE LIFTED TO THEM A FACE WHICH BORE THE LOOK OF ONE WHO COMES FRESH FROM A GREAT STRUGGLE AND A GREAT VICTORY AND IN THE QUIET VOICE THEY HAD LEARNED TO KNOW THE KING SAID GENTLEMEN I PLEDGE YOU THAT THE BELGIAN ARMY WILL MARCH TO BERLIN AND LEAVE BEHIND IT NO SHATTERED WALL NO MUTILATED OLD MAN NO OUTRAGED WOMAN NO ORPHANED CHILD
phonemes: lˈɔŋ mˈɪnɪts pˈæst bᵻfˈɔːɹ, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ pɹˈaʊdli, hiː lˈɪftᵻd tə ðˌɛm ɐ fˈeɪs wˌɪtʃ bˈɔːɹ ðə lˈʊk ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː kˈʌmz fɹˈɛʃ fɹʌm ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt stɹˈʌɡəl ænd ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt vˈɪktɚɹi, ænd ɪnðə kwˈaɪət vˈɔɪs ðeɪ hæd lˈɜːnd tə nˈoʊ, ðə kˈɪŋ sˈɛd: dʒˈɛntəlmən, aɪ plˈɛdʒ juː ðætðə bˈɛldʒən ˈɑːɹmi wɪl mˈɑːɹtʃ tə bɜːlˈɪn ænd lˈiːv bᵻhˌaɪnd ɪt nˈoʊ ʃˈæɾɚd wˈɔːl, nˈoʊ mjˈuːɾᵻlˌeɪɾᵻd ˈoʊld mˈæn, nˈoʊ ˈaʊtɹeɪdʒd wˈʊmən, nˈoʊ ˈɔːɹfənd tʃˈaɪld."